Demon Door Novels & Stories

“Maybe try opening a Demon portal and bring in more Demons.” “That’s enough!”

When they get close to the door, they are disappointed. A substantial four-headed demon guarded the tremendous golden door. - How are we going to get in there? We couldn't fight that! The hollow sound of someone falling makes them look at the door and at the four-headed demon sprawled on the floor, completely unconscious. - What the…

The space was empty, but there was another door, but this door was different; wrapped in large chains, had a lock, and it's glowing. I don't know why this type of door is here underneath a farmhouse, but the people who used to live here probably did some satanic shit. I noticed the dark writing on the walls and the floor with blood. I felt some superior force coming from it as it pulled me towards the door. This invisible force kept calling to me like a voice in my head told me to open it. My whole body obeyed once my finger touched the skull shape lock. It unlocked, sending a wave of energy force push through me, and when two demons, a man and a woman with black wings, horns, and pointy tai

“If the demon succeeds in consuming a soul… it becomes even more powerful. Almost unstoppable.” Kai’s voice was low. “Once the demon devours a soul… the body turns to nothing but ashes.” Asher’s dark gaze sharpened “So it picked the wrong place to spread fear.” A knock sounded. Soft. Careful. The door opened slowly. Maera stepped inside, carrying a tray of tea. Steam curled gently upward. She bowed at the threshold before moving in. Kai immediately lowered his head. “My lord.” He backed away and left the chamber, shutting the door behind him.

I approached the doorway and I used my blood to open the invisible doorway and drove through. The underworld is just like the supernatural and human world, with buildings and homes, everyone here is some part of a demon and others are mated to demons. There were schools, theme parks, theaters, fast food joints, casinos, demon churches and rituals, and restaurants. My biological father was a rich elite and lived in Demonwood, the human version of Hollywood, as his wife was a famous movie star. My father was one of the loyal advisors to the Demon King, considered to be his second in command, I arrived at the gate and his guards let me in as they knew who I was, although my father disowned me.

As they reached the great doors of the throne room, two demon knights stepped forward, stationed outside, armor clinking like distant thunder. With a precision of movement, they pushed the great double doors open; their very presence spoke of authority and control. Behind them, patiently waiting, was Cerberus, a silent sentinel that stepped forward to follow the group inside.

Van said as one by one memories starts to come back, “there is a door somewhere here that will take you to a secret world.” “You can never go back to your world,” the demonic voice spoke again. “Do show yourself now!” Van shouted sounding braver than he is. “You’re mine…” And a door in the end of the hallway burst opens. Like a great whirlpool, it sucks everything around. Van tries to hold on to a hole on the floor, but the floorboard gave way. “Use me,” said another voice, “use me to save yourself.”

he repeated, then continued walking. Esteria hesitated only for a moment before following the demon. They crossed a large room filled with peculiar, almost eerie portraits that seemed to watch them as they passed. The walls were adorned with ornate tapestries, and the passageway was illuminated by old-fashioned chandeliers that cast a warm, golden light. The intricate designs on the walls depicted scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

He knew that he had met his end. “Take him away!” Peter instructed. The special forces went to the basement with Greg. I followed. The moment the lift doors were opened, we smelt a strong chemical scent. It was not a warehouse. Instead, it was a luxurious and well-equipped lab. There were a lot of devices and blinking lights. On the rack next to the wall, there were a lot of test tubes. On one of the rows, there was a blue tag. It said: Angel’s Kiss. At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door.

I explained. “Mate? Servants? Camps? What the hell happened in the last month? None of this sounds like you!” He said angrily. “Deep breath. Ready?” I asked, more to myself than to him. “Go ahead.” Denny answered curtly. “I’m a concubus, Dennis. So was Indie. The reason Drayce…. I mean Patrick, took me is that he works with a male concubus called a Vasili. He’s a king of the desire demons, incubi, succubae, and concubi.”