Demon Gate Spirit Novels & Stories

Look at me go. There were specters here. Poisoned. Foul. Insane. Having suffered and died so horrifically within, the ancestral house was theirs—or perhaps vice versa. She could see them in the shadows: a horde of malingering and tortured, crucified souls gathered around the passage, mocking her, anxious to welcome unwary guests into their midst. “Clear out,” Katie ordered them, limping forward, her hands balled into fists. “I’m coming through, so make way. Do not come near me.”

Rhea’s POV “What is your master planning to do on Samhain?” I asked once more when the demon hesitated to answer. This thing was seriously getting on my nerves! “To open the Gates!” the demon screeched. I frowned, trying to understand what the demon was speaking about. Gates? Did it mean the Gates between the Earth and the Otherworld? But Adrian already told me that the Gates between the Earth and the Otherworld would open on the eve of Samhain every year. It didn’t have anything to do with Samael as far as I knew. This was so confusing!

Everyone felt a feeling of asphyxiation. Among the Demon Kings of the court of Deity Phoenix, Spirit Eyes Demon King was ranked third. His power was above the One Legged Ox Demon King. He was mysterious, and no one knew his true body. This time, he exploded in the demonic aura and the pressure that he gave people was more horrendous than that of the One Legged Ox Demon King. This was especially so because his eyes glimmered with a silver fire that seemed as though it could be put out in a whiff of wind. It seemed weak and gave people the feeling of chills all over their bodies.

The thrill to try it earlier engulfed her, she looked around, no one was with her, Meena was asleep in little the room next to hers. She lit a lamp and sat on the table to read the book. Opening it, she found out there were so many things people could summon; witches, demons, angels, fairies...she searched for the guardians, it was hard to see because the book was very old. Guardians of the light as it was called, beings who protect the interests and happiness of their masters who called them.

the demon ended arrogantly in the name of Bael, the old bone, full of delusions that he could restrain Satan. Satan didn’t say a word, only his blow landed on the demon’s head, crushing one of his sides, but not enough to kill him. The demon was forced to try to use his power as quickly as possible. He knew that Bael had taken away Satan’s power and that his power would not work in this realm, but he realized that if Satan’s blow struck him again, he would be finished.

A moment later he returned, turning corporal once more and carrying her bags. "How did you do that?" He raised a brow, as if it were obvious. "I'm a spectral demon." "That is so cool. So you're like a ghost or something?" "Most humans who think they've seen a ghost are actually witnessing a spectral demon." Her curiosity racing she asked jokingly, "Can you go all Jedi and move things with your mind?" He cocked his head, as if he were about to give a lecture to a group of children. "Yes, when I go fully demonic I have telekinetic abilities. And I can't be harmed or killed. It makes my kind invaluable, especially on the battlefield."

--- I laid her down on the altar stone, wrapping my coat around her to shield her from the wind now rising in unnatural spirals. The gate widened. Its edges trembled like a mouth trying to speak. And it did. Not in words, but in pressure. Emotion. A soundless scream that told me exactly what lay beyond. The Second Gate. Where spirits trapped between life and vengeance gathered. Where sacrifices whispered. Where promises couldn’t be undone. I had seen drawings. I had read legends. But now I stood before it. And it was real. --- “Ethan,” Alika said weakly, sitting up. “Don’t. Please.”

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."

We are in a pitch black vast space and clueless about where to go or what to expect. An identical replica of the demon was wrought on the insides of the gate, looking the same as the one on the outside. The gate demon was in the centre of the doors with eyes shut, encircled by handprint etchings on the bottom left and right corners of the gate. Inscriptions “Terra” and “Demonium” were engraved left and right, in line with the demons head and the “Divus” carving was inscribed above the demons head. Handprints and inscriptions engraving were all linked with ember veins filled with Erzelus ichor, forming a pentagram sign which blazed in fire and Erzelus’s blood. The creepy Macabantran gates loo

He spat, trying to get the spirit’s essence out of his mouth. He spat again as the spirits continued to retreat. He must have realized it wasn’t worth it, chasing these spirits. Because he went back to Callie. He gently took the collar of her shirt in his mouth and started dragging her away. The spirits were happy to open the gate for us. They wanted us gone. They didn’t even argue when they saw us pulling Callie away. They simply let us pass. But before we slid through the gate, one of them hissed: “You can never come again, Calista. You are no longer welcome in the nether region.”