Demon Fiction Novels & Stories

I tried to lighten my mood with a joke. “Yeah, something like that.” Hana chuckled. “So Isak is an angel, and Harris and some of the guys at DKE are nephilim. Aidan is a demon, an incubus demon, to be exact. There are three kinds of demons...” Hana started to explain. “Wait. Incubus? Like the masculine succubus? McFingers is a sex demon?” I asked.

“Caution never hurts. You need to be prepared for shuffling zombies." Dave made a contemptuous throaty sound. "Please. They are just as dangerous or focused as the demon that summons them. Most will give up before the fight gets interesting." I never knew how serious to take Dave. He was a good guy, even with dark red skin, purest black eyes, and occasional bouts of uncontrollable anger. But nobody is perfect. “I swear,” he continued. “Most demons have ADD2. As soon as things start to get better, they leave to start some new shit. That's why they never finish anything."

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

The wind carried a whisper through the gardens — the sound of ghosts finally silenced. “Because in the end,” Castelle’s voice narrated softly, “even demons can build a home… and even tainted desires can be reborn as love.” — THE END

Clash of two realms Inside the building, Claud had been doing his best to keep the demon occupied. His claws and fangs were fierce, but the demon’s regeneration abilities made it nearly impossible to deal lasting damage. Each strike Claud landed was met with a hiss of pain from the demon, but within moments, the wounds would close, leaving the demon as strong as ever. Claud dodged a swipe from the demon’s claws, using his speed and agility to stay one step ahead. He tried to use his elemental powers to create a barrier of fire, hoping to slow the demon down, but the creature simply walked through the flames, unscathed.

Jennifer screamed and I quickly covered her mouth. “What? You want to implicate me?” I rebuked in a low tone and removed my hand from her mouth. “I’m sorry, but wait, I still can’t believe what you are saying. Russell, a demon? How can you say he is a demon? Haven’t you heard stories about demons before? Demons are scary creatures, black from head to toe with long horns and red eyes that you can never glance at. The man I saw earlier is the complete opposite of a demon. Tell me something else, Muriel,” Jennifer let out in disbelief, waving off my explanation with her hand.

Finally, Demon would fall into a dark oblivion where he could feel nothing, and he slept. ​Often, Demon thought he heard others speaking to him. Someone had told him he would be surprised when he awoke and saw what he looked like. Another had said to him that Lady Gaia had kept her word. He just needed to fight his way through the evolution, and he would have everything he wished for. Sometimes, someone just sang to him while wiping a cool cloth over him. Other times, he could hear low murmurs of conversation between two ladies and a man. Demon did not know if he was hearing things or making things up in his mind to help keep from going insane from the pain or if it was all real. He hoped th

But it was actually not true, although the majority of Demon was killed, not all demon race were hostile, as a matter of fact there’s many neutral and good align demon race who just wanted to live around their lives normally. Demon race were the same as any race in Fantasma, the are too a living being like anybody else. The only difference is that their physical appearance and their practice of belief and way of life. Despite their uniqueness, Demon Race has produce a dew historic figures that capable of some great things, not to mention Demon Race is the race of a very talented fighter and Wizard.

Finally bold enough, I asked, "Could you check?" The demon even jerked his head, then laughed. Have you ever heard a demon's laughter? Do you think it's scary? It's no scarier than a storm, or lighting, or a hurricane. It sounds wild, and furious, and mad, and fiery, yet oh so beautiful. The room suddenly became chilly. Smoke swirled in the corners of the pentagram, and Martha grew even paler. She was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold the demon back-or that I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from stepping toward him. I wasn't going to do that, however. I knew all too well you weren't supposed to trust demons.

Damien’s POV I wake up to the sun in my eyes. Fuck my head is pounding. When I try to get up I can’t. My eyes fly open as I feel my hands and feet have been tied to.. the bed frame ? I lay my head back and sigh. Fuck. I try to swallow but my throat still feels raw. She snapped my neck. When was the last time I’ve gotten that done to me. Demons live longer than humans and most things that can kill a human won’t kill a demon.