Demon Familiars Novels & Stories

“Tell us what you know about demons—anything that could help.” Argun’s gaze grew distant, pained. “They need hosts. They can’t leave their dominions unless summoned. Their blood runs black. They're strong—unnaturally so. And they don’t have souls.” He looked directly at Charlene. “For every Fate… there are hundreds of them.” “They’re fallen angelic beings,” he finished grimly. Idris scoffed from the corner. “Now it makes sense.” Seth glanced his way. “What do you mean?”

"Un-fucking-believable. We have to start all the way at the beginning." Victoria giggled, sitting back on the couch and taking a swig of her beer. "You shoot like a girl, Jaz." "Bullshit." The demon grinned. "You should see me against real zombies." Her jaw dropped. "Those exist too?" He laughed. "Yea, they're summoned by necromancers. That's an old practice though. The things are like locusts. Even the necro's have a hard time keeping them under control." He shuddered, as if remembering a past event. "The bastards mostly summon ghouls and phantoms now."

The very thought of showing this egg in front of her class in History of Demonic Arts and in front of that professor, Demon Lord Asmodeus, made her anxiety triple. Anxiety gnawed Maleficent. Familiars were a big help to thwart her enemies. She learned from Matilda that the ownership of familiars was the privilege of the citizens of the Malevolent World. But this privilege was limited to the creatures that could house and provide demonic magic to others like the goblin race, incubus race, succubus race, the demon clan, and the Halflings. Zombies like Matilda did not have this ability due to their small capacity to use demonic magic. “What kind of creature are you, little one?” Maleficent poke

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."

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

“What about your family, but wait, do demons even have family?” “Yes, even a demon like me has a family. There is not much to talk about them. My mother is Agrat Bat Mahlat, and she’s a succubus. My father is the former king of hell known as Crowley, and I do have some brothers as well, but I’m only close to two of them.” I’m not even sure why I felt a need to answer her question about a family that means little to me, nor do I understand why this question came out of my mouth.

One of them caught his attention. Familiars. On the page was a picture of a cat, with white and black fur and bright green eyes. "Quite familiar indeed," Matthew mused, turning the page to read more about these creatures. "Familiars are spirit companions who assist witches in their magical practices. Many of them are in cat form, though advanced witches may choose to put their familiars in different forms." Matthew skimmed over the description, slightly uninterested, but two sentences at the very end caught his eye:

Argadon hissed, but repeated everything I said, and the demonic part of me sensed that the number of demons next to the portals considerably decreased. The others left, only those who served Argadon remained. Did he expect I would let him release all of the dark rabble? And only when I felt a cold shiver, signifying a taken oath, did I allow the gates to open wider, and Argadon’s posse to pass through. What were they like? In a word, creepy. Chimeras with flaming crests, human-headed snakes, odd-looking creatures like octopi bodies with jaws attached to them... There were many of them, and even I found it difficult to look at them. The demon seemed to grow even larger, and the fire inside hi

The last thing I heard before pulling through the clouds was his voice in my head. " You won’t take her away from me again” he said. Wait. Again? I called my advisors to do some research on everything they had on Xavier. Red eyes and smoke were only common around one species. Demons. Demons are the vilest creatures who inhabit peoples' bodies on earth. They exist purely to create conflict. Was it possible Xavier was possessed by the spawn of the dark one? If that is the case, how long have I not been talking to the real Xavier?

A sea of Familiar Demons crowded the courtyard, murmuring and flexing for attention. Inside, the Monarchy gathered around a massive white marble table with 72 seats—each representing a Demon King, Duke, Prince, or lower. I spotted Baal, the host of the meeting, sitting center seat. Old as sin, face wrinkled like a rotting scroll. On his right, Beleth—a chunky bastard who always eats mid-meeting. On his left, Vine—bald, jacked, and dumb as bricks. I took my seat across them. Belial was beside me, nerdy, small-framed, glasses fogged with excitement.