Demon Delivery Novels & Stories

Damion already sent Jessy a message that she should be prepared for our coming. Getting to the Sceptre pack, there's no need for a signpost or someone to tell us that we've gotten to the demon Alpha's territory. The atmosphere spoke of it all.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Whatever he was planning would be amplified here. "Two entrances," Marcus said, studying the blueprints. "North and south. Ritual team goes north, assassination team goes south. We move in exactly thirty minutes, at the height of the moon. That's when the demon will be most vulnerable." Ivy looked at her team, Marcus, Cassandra, Justin, and four of her strongest warriors. They would perform the ritual while Dominic's team handled Lucian. "Remember," Cassandra said. "The demon feeds on fear. When it appears, you cannot show weakness. It will try to get inside your head, show you your worst nightmares, make you doubt. You have to hold the circle no matter what you see."

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

“What do you mean, Mom?” “Sweetheart, don’t act humble. The demonologist you sent arrived an hour ago. He took care of the problem almost immediately and helped us feel safe again,” said Mom. A demonologist?! Mom wasn’t making sense. Did Desmond send one to our house since he didn’t want to come before anyone other than me? “Oh, yes. I remember.” I faked a laugh. “Can you give me his name and a bit about his appearance so I can confirm that the right one has reached you?”

My eyes glowed intensely and a large orb of swirling dark energy slowly formed on my palms, "Deus Ex Mortem, heed my call. To bring forth destruction to this world's damned souls!" "Oblivio!" I screamed and the orb of dark energy discharged towards the group of demon sorcerers. A large explosion occurs reducing the demons into embers of dust and ashes. Through that feat, the Demons shrieked in horror once more. "He's an abomination!" One of them screamed. "Well, I had no reason to suspect that…." I tightly gripped my Short Sword once again and decidedly attacked the General for the second time. I need to make sure this one would connect.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

On the other hand, lower demons always had a ravenous appetite. That was how they replenished their strength. “Are you coming?” “Give me ten minutes.” In the meantime, I took a walk across the clearing and took a handkerchief out of my pocket, drenching it in the blood of the scarred templar. I’ll summon you later, and we’ll have a talk. The road back took just twenty minutes. Naturally, nobody had noticed my absence. I put all my trophies together with the demon’s remains and lay down on my bedroll.

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.

Deli. Uriel sprinted through the streets, his feet pounding the pavement in a blur of motion. The demons' cars screeched to life, speeding away from the warehouse with a hail of bullets in their wake. But Uriel dodged each one with fluid grace, his divine agility guiding him through the storm of lead. "Stop!" he commanded, his voice backed by the power of the heavens. The cars' engines sputtered and died, their tires skidding to a halt as if frozen in place. The demons emerged, led by Mrs. Deli, their faces twisted in snarls. "Shoot him!" she spat, her eyes blazing with malevolence.