Demon Gate Spirit Novels & Stories

There were two giant spirit generals guarding level 12 and they were about two meters tall. They wore hard, green armor and they held a huge hammer in one hand and a giant ax in the other. Their eyes burned with green flames. ‘Sh*t!’ Darryl was stunned. The two spirit generals must have been famous in The Nine Continent when they were alive. After their terrible death, they must have been captured by the King of the Dead in the Demon Pagoda. Being nurtured under such an environment, they were not only evil, but their power was really scary too.

She took a deep breath and began to speak. "Grace, I have to tell you something," Olivia started. "Something that I've been keeping from you for a while now. And I'm afraid it's not going to be easy to believe." Grace looked up at her friend, noticing the worry etched on her face. "What is it, Liv?" she asked, her voice soft and concerned. Olivia took another deep breath and plunged ahead. "I... I summoned a demon, Grace. His name is Azazel, and he appeared in my room a few days ago."

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.”

Draco replied a little regretfully. “This lake is connected to the lake in the white dragon's lair. We, the spirits, have our own way to stay connected,” Mana replied with a smile. "Can demons easily infiltrate this place?" Draco asked, a little worried. "No, they can’t. Only the summoned spirit can enter this place. Only beings with strong willpower can enter this place. You are safe in this place,” Mana replied softly. "Oh, thank you for letting me into this sacred place," Draco said, lowering his face respectfully.

Chapter 20: Rejection It's hard to see beyond what's in sight But when you tilt the light I realize, for a 1000 nights I've been a restless soul Just wasting time Digging up fool's gold -1000 Nights Frenship ************* |Edited| The sound of someone knocking on the door made me groan. "Go away." I muttered as I pressed the pillow over my head trying to get rid of the noise. "Verena if you don't get up and open this door I'm going to come inside and carry you out." Nate's voice growled from the other side.

I sent someone flying, and he should be standing up any moment now, and I wanted more details. [Zagan - Level 199] [Species - Crimson Demon Spawn] [Element - Crimson Fire (Grade 3) [Skills - Bloodthirst, Blood Domain, Demonic Bloodline, Burning Dragon Bloodline, Crimson Sun (Epic)….] [Body - Half Demonic Spirit Body] I needed to understand the purposes of a "spirit body" despite the fact that my analyze skill had already given me more information than anyone could possibly need.

The sound bit into me worse than any scream. When the voice came again, it was closer. “I am Grothul, Spirit of Blood. I am the keeper of the seventh gate. I am cloaked in crimson and fed by sacrifice. Do you know what I demand?” The words coated my tongue in rust. I swallowed hard. “Blood.” The mist pulsed, like laughter. “Yes, but it has to be yours. It must be freely given, without fear and without delay.” The claws scraped again. “ It has to be a wound of choice, one stroke, and one offering. Else the mountain drinks you whole.”

They can’t because there was one last hitch that they need to deal with… They needed to identify one unruly evil spirit inside the girl since it didn’t want to let go. They have been telling the demon to say its name but it wouldn’t. The spirit just talked and talked and talked through the girl, saying various pitiful, repeated, and very irritating things. Prayer warrior 1: Guys, let’s have some discernment here. What demonic spirit is this? Prayer warrior 2: (closes eyes for a bit) Hmmmm… spirit of denial?

I answered with shut eyelids. “Wrong!” he exclaimed. “No one has met or spoken to the Devil. You would be surprised to hear that each spirit is made of the same energy. Humans give us different names as per our energy and actions. Incubuses, demons, ghouls, and spirits all are one. What makes us different is our nature. I may not look any different from an evil spirit, but I am not evil at heart.”

They blotted out the sun and blue sky with their darkness as they fled from the gate in search of a human host. As if Dannie had always known it, she knew this was a major gate, one that would allow an army through, but required several demons strongly adept in magic. It was not easily created, and today would be impossible for the deabru to create. Another image replaced the great gate. A woman who looked sort of Egyptian, not modern, but the type during the pyramids. She stood in front of a similar rift as before but much, much smaller.