Demon Delivery Novels & Stories

Chris thought it was sadness at first, but that kind of emotion seems to be impossible for a demon. “That beauty you’re seeing could be deceiving you.” He said out of the blue then stood. Chris couldn’t help but get surprised by Damien’s words. “Like I said, bring that man to somewhere you can be alone. I’m more useful than you’re assuming. One thing I can assure you is I never failed before, no one can testify because I already devoured their souls.” The demon grinned and disappeared. “As if it’s that easy.” Chris mumbled and checked the time on his watch. His eyes widened and dashed his way towards the highschool building. He’s already 10 minutes late!

I couldn’t tell if he was meditating, but he sure was laser-focused on what he was doing. “Are the candles supposed to burn out?” Theo whispered. “I’m getting a weird feeling right now.” Logan snorted. “It’s been over one hour. Did you think the candles are going to stay on for that long? Plus, the weird feeling is just in your head. Everything is fine.” “No.” I rose to my feet, looking out the window, dread creeping up my spine as the sky slowly darkened. “There’s a demon approaching.” A powerful one at that.

The Death Demon carried a sigil by James, allowing James to instantly communicate with him regardless of the distance between them. "Yes," the Death Demon replied, not daring to defy James. James gently touched his temple. He had not expected such a grave crisis for the Heaven-Eradicating Sect during his visit.

Yet this man seems on fazed. "If your sister isn't dead by now, then she's definitely fine. The demon alpha doesn't keep an enemy. He kills them immediately. He doesn't wait even for a second. Just tell me the reason you want to meet with me. I don't have time to beat around the bush boy" he growled at me

"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