Demon High Novels & Stories

He stood there until the demon approached him with his most qualified move. The demon proceeded with an indissoluble rope, which, according to him, was probably fit to capture the king of hell, and then what had to happen had happened. Alexander’s standing was his weakest phase, where he brought his devil to the zenith to crush the outnumbered demons if they stopped him from reaching Bella. The demon was forcefully stopped by an invisible levitation, sank to his knees, and fell to the ground. The pain was crushing his bones, could be heard, his scales slowly scorching as his eyes looked at Alexander in terror, knowing his end had come.

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.

A spell summoning a demon automatically flew out of Shirley's mouth. The High priestess's eyes shot open. Shirley reveled in her fear, as the demon she'd summoned arrived. It wasn't a powerful one, but it was enough to teach the bitch a lesson. Suddenly the High priestess's expression changed and she continued speaking. "...anything that connects you to any evil spirit, like, oh a demon." The High priestess finished with an evil glee. Shirley gasped as suddenly hands pushed her down and a knife was placed close to her neck.

"I thought that if I could summon a Greater Demon and kill it with evidence to present to the Caucus, they'd let me be a part of their world and finally accept that I also had something special in me. I admit my plan was way over the top. I was a desperate, stupid eighteen-year old. "Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celesti

or, rather, killing each other, is not like that at all. Simple and brutal, indulgence of desire, venting anger, a short period of time to the body of all the power to squeeze clean, where the enemy is the hardest, where the strongest will be desperately attacked where ...... high-level demons have the ability to quickly self-healing, doomed to their fight will be a thousand times more intense than the most valiant human beings, the most deceitful and brutal beasts.

Archer is making cuts on his body, but since Mammon is a greater demon, he would just regenerate and heal instantly. As expected, you can’t kill the demons without breaking their cores. The higher the level a demon is, the smaller their cores are. For demon princes, their cores are about the size of a small bead, which is close to impossible to break unless you know where it is. In my previous life, I wasn’t the one who killed Mammon, so I wouldn’t know where his core is. For now, the dagger that Verphegor—or Belphegor—gave me is our best bet to send Mammon back to Hell.

"You need to stop his fire in the first place; otherwise, if you do not, he can kill others." "Leave him to me—I will handle him!" I folded my sleeves and looked at Jacob—he was not concerned for me but confident about my skills. The Demon was almost 10 feet tall, and the tail was very dark and wide. The scales have a dark, shiny substance; maybe that's the poison on his skin. He nodded his head, and I blinked my eyes twice while stepping in front of the witches. The witches sighed while breaking the protection shield, of course—I am here in front of everyone to protect them.

The creature that crashes through the shrine's ceiling is nightmare made flesh. It's massive, easily fifteen feet tall, with skin like molten obsidian and eyes that burn like furnaces. Wings spread from its back, leathery and torn, blocking out what little light remains. This isn't a possessed human. This is a demon in its true form. "Malphas!" Pete's voice is filled with relief and reverence as he struggles to his feet. "Master, you came!" The demon—Malphas—surveys the chamber with those burning eyes, taking in the freed children, the interrupted ritual, Derek's broken form protecting me. His laughter shakes the walls.

After all, I ran away from home to be exposed before I returned to Mom's cage. "Come here," he ordered. Like a robot being controlled with a remote, I took one step after another until I was just an inch away from him. I felt so small, standing this close to him. How can he be sexy and tall at the same time? I won't say he's God's favourite because he has so much blood on his hands. Demon was created by the devil. "Touch me, Papillon," he said softly, a dangerous softness that slid right under my skin. "I want your hands on me."

The fire raining from the ceiling was targeting him—the Duke who had betrayed his kind. "I'm a creature of the dark, Elara. I can't cross into the light of a pure soul. I'll burn up before we reach the surface." "Then we'll burn together!" She didn't give him a choice. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaped into the pillar of light. The pain was absolute. It felt like her skin was being peeled off by the sun. She heard Vane screaming, a sound of pure agony as the light of the human world tried to incinerate the demon within him.