Demon House Movie Novels & Stories

"They are wondering if you're a Demon, like me." The way he says that word. Demon. He makes it sound as if we are Gods, above everyone else. "People are terrified of you. Half the room is gone," I note. There's an obvious gap between Keo and I dancing and the rest of the crowd. Most are too curious to leave now, wanting to see what the Demon will do to the hosts wife. "They hate Demon's. Everyone hates Demon's." "Kastriv doesn't." I scan the room for my mate, but I cannot see him. I know he hasn't abandoned me, and that he will be close, ensuring Keo doesn't do anything, but for moral support, I wish I could see him.

His voice dropped to a whisper only I could hear, "Once again, that damned house…" His confirmation sent a chill down my spine, a visceral connection forming between the tragedies that had occurred in that very house. Cam and Gustav exchanged a somber glance, the weight of their own losses evident in their eyes. That house… it was a place of darkness, a place tainted by the specter of death, and it beckoned us now with its sinister allure. "You've been drawn to that house," Lady Athena was talking to me now, her words carrying a sense of knowing. "The demon's influence, its desire to claim your soul and your child's, has likely been luring you there."

Lucian watched Hazel in her sleep. He had been watching her for a while now, but he never seemed to get tired. How could he? She was the only thing he ever wanted and now she was his. He looked out the window, it was almost midday but they were still in bed and Hazel was sleeping. He was relieved that she was safe even though his demon had taken over completely last night. It had scared him but Hazel hadn't been scared. She had still wanted him and for the first time, he hadn't despised his demon. He had accepted it instead and it brought a strange feeling of freedom. No more demon crawling under his skin anymore, rather, he and his demon had become one.

I asked genuinely confused and he pointed to a woman who came to me, she paused and showed me the side of her neck. Ive seen so many love bites to know exactly what I was looking at. “Uhh okay?” I stated still confused as to how that had anything to do with the south. “This happened tonight! My husband had to wake me up, t-they did things to me” “They? Who’s they?” I asked tuning in all my attention to her complaints. “The demons, it came into my dream and and touched me, it-“ “It laid with my wife!” A man said angrily coming to stand beside the woman and my hand covered my mouth.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

Blue lightning, tiny bolts of lightning that fluttered like streamers in the wind. "What a joke," grumbles the angel. Then he simply shoves the axe into the ground, opening a crack where the two sides of the blade break the ground. "What are you doing?" whispers Shandra. Desmon's eyes begin to turn as red as blood. His white wings spread open. "Now you will understand who you have messed with, you insignificant vermin." Dark red flames begin to fall behind him, very reminiscent of the small embers that Sam and Julian summoned when they were concentrating their own power. Desmon's debauched expression disappears, giving way to an unbelievable seriousness.

Like I wouldn’t tear the whole world down to protect her. I kept my foot pressed to the gas, cutting through the backroads until I reached the edge of town. There it was—the old house, falling apart, surrounded by nothing but dry weeds and rusted cars. Of course Demon would be here. Creepy, dramatic, and way too into the whole ‘bad guy’ aesthetic. I parked a little ways off and walked up. He was already waiting outside, sitting on a cracked chair like he didn’t have a care in the world. A glass of something in his hand, acting like this was just another lazy afternoon.

Damon is standing there, smiling. How the fuck did he get inside this house?

Just a phone call between friends. How did my life get so weird? “I'm in the House. The demon captured me and brought me there.” “I'm there too! I'm coming. I just need to figure out...” “No, don't come to me! She wants you to...” The voice cut off abruptly. In fact, all the sound in the room cut out, along with the images that lined the wall. The room was empty, save for sheets of thick plastic hanging from the off-white walls. The door Janice had entered through was now clear to see, as well as another door leading presumably deeper into the house.

The demon lowered down until its red heels touched the floor. The camera suddenly straightened and even focused on Dorothy’s face. In split seconds, the lady was already behind her. Dorothy’s crying eyes widened when the demon clutched her shoulders. Her face wrinkled as the demon’s sharp nails pierced deep in her flesh. The demon leaned over her ear and we could only see her lips layered with deep red lipstick. “I want it all...” the demon whispered before licking Dorothy’s ear. It dragged her by the hair and slammed her hard on one of the chairs.