Demon Gates Novels & Stories

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.

As they reached the great doors of the throne room, two demon knights stepped forward, stationed outside, armor clinking like distant thunder. With a precision of movement, they pushed the great double doors open; their very presence spoke of authority and control. Behind them, patiently waiting, was Cerberus, a silent sentinel that stepped forward to follow the group inside.

“Because it’s Hades realm and the god of the underworld is Agron’s brother…plus there is the simple fact that most of hell’s foundation is pure black obsidian, enough obsidian to temporarily render her powerless” “Fuck! How do we get to hell?” Jayden had asked. “There are a few gates scattered around the world. But I would have to ask around if anyone has heard anything and also about the location of the gates.” He had said. It took us another three days to come up with a war plan and to also locate the gates of hell. There really wasn’t much of a plan no matter how we went about it. The only one we had was to use the element of surprise.

“Would you be able to take me to it? And maybe help me dig it up.” “That’s an interesting idea for a second date, Ms. Martin. I have to say, you keep me on my toes.” I smile. “If only that’s what this is…trying to be spontaneous or something.” “Or something. No one who’s asked me to dispose of a body has ever asked me to dig it back up.” “Can you, though? I kind of need it.” “If you’re into necrophilia, I’m good at playing dead.” “Gross. And a world of no. I got the book today—thank you, by the way—and it got me thinking that maybe this Gatekeeper is guarding another realm or something similar. Something important enough to have demons guarding or…or…whatever that demon was doing the other n

Veyron Darkness receded in waves, leaving behind the Crescent Gate’s cryptic whispers. Veyron staggered to his feet, as his vision cleared, the portal’s pulsating glow illuminating his silhouette. He cradled his head in both hands as the visions dispersed. The gate’s power always left him temporarily crippled, feeding off him with an unquenchable appetite. His wolf whimpered, feeling the toll through their eternal link. “The Demon Lord mobilizes,” Eryx said, his tone grim. “This is a warning.”

He picked me up again and started to walk toward somewhere, it was giant big doors, with two guys who look like they are the guards standing there. "Open up," Trent says in a growling voice, the guards opened the doors for us, allowing us in, there were a lot of people standing there but they weren't all people, they had grey-ish eyes of different shades, they are demons, not all of them looked good, some are simply ugly or scary creatures. All the eyes were on us, I was quick to hide my face into his neck, it's the best hiding place.

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.

I was always helpless, tapped into, taken, and ended up on my knees behind my mother, Meira at my side, as the effigy of my father came to life. The blue flared to gold and Haralthazar, Demon Lord of the Seventh Plane of Demonicon, flushed and filled out. Still with the properties of stone but the appearance of flesh, he materialized from a burst of light as the gateway to his plane slammed open. For a heartbeat he stood there, haloed in the back glow of his dimension before the power propelled him the rest of the way forward and he stepped through and into his statue. ***

He came from the demon world, and the relationship with the demon emperor was extraordinary, which Tadhg Walter helped him understand, this is unquestionable. But he did not expect that this person is not only a demon emperor, but also an ancient demon. "Dark Demon Gate, I have an entrance, they can enter the Demon Realm, but after going three days, it is completely hidden a lot." Alger Baker didn't have too much to talk about, made it all clear, even handed a piece of jade to Tadhg Walter. That jade slip, obviously, comes from this yin. There, Tadhg Walter saw an extremely scary set of ancient corpses, there, Tadhg Walter realized the true meaning of death.

***HoGuo Temple*** Even from a distance, the entrance of HoGuo Temple was visible in all it’s glory. It was not grand in terms of luxury but more of splendour in terms of heritage it represents over the centuries. Legend has it that this temple was once a home to the gods which lived on Earth during their trials and the descendants of those gods would come to this temple to pay homage to their ancestors. This temple is also said to have artifacts locked away which used to belong to those very gods and goddesses of old. However those artifacts are not open to the public eye and the monks that reside in the temple have never revealed any of it’s secrets. Many have tried to break into the templ