Demon Groups Novels & Stories

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

My group was there to take care of the next one. Soon, Lilith’s army of demons and dead things were pouring out of the portal faster than we could destroy them. Squads took turns at the portal, tearing the demons apart as they exited. Other squads burned the pieces to keep the field clear for as long as possible. When one group tired, another group relieved them. If a demon got past them, it was stopped by the next group waiting for their turn. Whenever a demon was destroyed, the shadow demon inside it jumped into the next physical demon, and it fought more ferociously.

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.

“Intentions?” “Your father is no ordinary demon. He is known as Deus demon.” “Deus demon?” said April G. “Deus demons are a rare species of demons who have magic strong enough to challenge a god. Because of this, they can empower other creatures with abilities beyond human comprehension.” “Are you saying that our dad gave our moms power?” June asked. “Indeed. But it came at a price.” “What price?” “Us,” Madison answered. “Correct,” Hughley said. “Long ago, Zai was betrayed by a group of his followers. They used the same type of magic he granted him to banish him from the human world.”

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.

Raven said softly and Faelon grinned slightly but declined. "Perhaps tomorrow we can join you for breakfast but for now I just want to enjoy my family. I fear a war is brewing and I will be the center of it," he sighed in frustration. His mother and father hugged him and told him to enjoy his family. Just as Faelon was prepared to go out of the front door Atlas appeared looking frantic at him and Dagon. "The trumpets have sounded in the human realm and Phil was called to action and the earthbound demons have begun gathering in masses," He said grimly. Faelon huffed and glanced over at his father and shook his head.

"Why one day we didn't see Jim at the gates anymore. We all thought he'd gone back to his former pack." I sniffed. "Well, he hadn't." A few minutes ticked by, before Nayla wondered aloud quietly, "So what do we do now?" "Hope for the best," I answered absently. Then said, "I think the Demon faction will be teaming with them tomorrow." Creatures from the other dimensions who were as frightening as they were dangerous. Nayla shrugged. "Makes sense. They're only the other species apart from vampires who hate werewolves." Searching my brain, I asked, "And what about the vampires? What other species apart from us hate them?"

"Typhon is not a human, he is a high-level storm demon who is working with Beherit. He has done some horrendous things. He helped his father torture and murder his mother and his destined mate. He owns a security firm called the Damascus group, but that is just a front. He's involved in trafficking both humans and others to vampires for blood. He hired a guy they call the chemist who has developed drug compounds that affect every group of others. That is why they were able to get the upper hand on me, they used a demon compound to almost knock me out." "There are only two vampire groups that still feed off of live beings, so that narrows that down", Mercer added. "They have help in high plac

He had a faraway look on his face and he was drooling like a dog. "How many times has it been? Ben is the tenth hunter who became like this after encountering that demon! Just what is she doing to them?!" Dante, one of the oldest hunters, and one of the leaders, angrily snapped. For as long as humans remember, they have been sharing this world with demons lurking around the world. They weren't able to do anything at first and they suffer their torture and abuse, but a group has finally had enough and trained. Thanks to them, more and more people are now fighting evil demons to fight for peace and they are called 'Demon Hunters'.

I stand there for a few minutes to ensure I don’t hear Ghaazi or Zho before waving my hand out and creating a portal to where my parents are—the perks of being a demon. “Honey, I was getting worried that something had happened.” Mom exclaims. She wraps her arms around me, and I do the same. I look towards the second floor as a loud squeal is heard. Mom and I turned as what sounded like a herd of elephants came down the stairs. I damn near fell on my ass when my little sister wrapped herself around my legs. I look down to see her smiling face beaming up at me. Her dark midnight blue eyes shine with her laughter. My mother has braided her long curly black hair. I look back up to see my