Demon Gate Spirit Novels & Stories

The demon was so disinterested in their meeting that they almost felt he was here to look after the Princess. Esmer furrowed her brows and parted her lips, but he beat her to it. "Take another vial of my blood. We have an idea of where 'a gate' might be. Show me you can close it." He was talking about the gate that might be under the lake. The gate that the sea demonic monster came out of. The witches all looked shocked by his command, but the new Mistress of Sarang only glared at him fiercely. She hadn't forgotten what he was capable of.

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

The faces of the seven immortal spirits appeared within the swirling light, each radiating a different energy. --- The Immortal Spirits The first spirit, adorned in robes of golden light, spoke with a voice like a thousand bells. “Why have you summoned us, mortal?” Evelyn bowed her head. “My granddaughter and her friends are trapped in the underworld, ensnared by the cursed game. Their lives hang by a thread. I beg of you, grant them your protection and strength to overcome the trials they face.” The second spirit, cloaked in emerald vines, narrowed its glowing eyes. “They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?”

Like two pieces of the same melody finding each other. The crowd sat frozen. “She’s not even shielding…” someone murmured. Then came the fourth. It rose slowly—tall and slow-burning, its frame flickering with deep crimson light. It charged halfway—then stopped. Rowan raised her hand. Calm. Certain. The spirit froze. Then slowly… it bowed its head. And faded into ash. The arena didn’t breathe. And then—the fifth gate. It groaned open like the mouth of an old temple. The final spirit stepped through.

His scent—leather, rain, home—wrapped around me like armor. “This is too much,” I whispered into his chest. “I know,” he said, brushing my hair back. “We’ll figure it out. Together.” The spirits circled closer. “She was betrayed,” the hollow-eyed one continued. “A lover who opened the gate behind her back. A brother who feared her power. She died sealing the god away again, sacrificing her soul to hold the boundary.” My voice cracked. “And you think that’s me?” “We know it is,” another spirit said. “You called the fire door without speaking. You heard our names without being taught. You are her offspring.”

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

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 fired back. "Okay, I understand!" Sturbridge paused and the pounding on the door became more severe. "The spirits of dizziness. You are the goddess's daughter, you can summon any of the spirits." "How do I summon them?" I asked eagerly. "Just repeat this loudly. Hayjozzy, the spirit of dizziness, I summon you and your subjects to attack my enemies!" he relayed while I kept watching his mouth. "I summon you, Hayjozzy and your subjects, attack my enemies!" I called out loudly but nothing happened.

] The shop owner immediately sent back a string of question marks. Me: [What's wrong?] Shop owner: [Please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon, and the most dangerous kind at that!] Incubi had markings. Demons had them too. For someone unfamiliar with the difference, they were indeed hard to tell apart. Everything made sense now—why Raven never needed to feed, why he insisted he had no owner, and why he always caught himself before saying too much. That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven.

We all gasps when we all see that the light slowly lessen its brightness and there stands before us a woman in pure white like the spirit we saw in the Forbidden Land but this time we can see her face and a queen crown on top of her head. “Mo- Mother!” Queen Veronica utters in pure shock making us look at her then to the bright spirit before us. “Hello, my children. It’s been a long time, Veronica… Demonica.” The spirit said as she smile and look at Veronica and Demonica who is still struggling in pain. “Mother? Ho- how...” Veronica said unable to utter a word.