Demon Imp Novels & Stories

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

Elroy felt his neck, bothered by Lukas words. "Rank three are called summoners, they are selfish people as I put it, who offer their blood as sacrifice to the spirits of ancient sorceresses or forces of untold realms, in exchange for dark magic, thinking power is everything.” “Don’t let them scare you though, they are not as tough as forces or ancient spirits,” Mira guaranteed. “That's not even reassuring,” Elroy spoke worriedly. "They are even in the rank three realm." “Rank two demons are called Behamolts, they come as children at first then transform into a mighty beast, body of a bull standing on two legs, head of a ram, teeth of a wolf and claws of a bear.”

“Well, either way, it ends now.” “Oh,” the demon mocked. “So you want to end it that way. You want to be Beowulf to my Grendel?” The demon no longer looked like Kelly or Emily, but rather a bizarre hybrid of the two, a sibling maybe, or an impossible offspring. It made a “come at me” gesture to Janice. “No. I don't think I can hurt you.” The demon smiled widely. “But I don't think you can hurt me either, at least not right now. You need two points to do your little tricks, don't you? A gateway and someone to carry your power?”

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

In the demon hierarchy, the Seven Sins are the most powerful demons of the realm, second only to Lucifer. “How may I be of service today, my lord?” “Rumour has it that you theorized about a way of making demons immune to the effects of the Mors flower. How true is this?” Gilbert breaks out in a sweat at Pride’s request. “How did he manage to get hold of such information?” he wonders. He indeed hypothesized that it was possible to somehow make demons immune to the effects of the Mors flower. But it is just a mere hypothesis. He has not even gotten the core material needed to even confirm it. How would he announce such an uncertified claim, especially for a matter as critical as this? He is no

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

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. “Bael sent her where? Demon!!” Alexander growled, bolstering his inner force on the demon whose scales charred into ashes slowly, giving him the most agonizing pain. “I-I don’t know, my king. I was ordered to distract you, ”said the demon with great discomfort and remained as a demon until the last second before turning into ashes, gathering as a mound of soil. Until Alexander disappeared, and the shape of the demon’s body remained to kneel with unfortunate eyes.

With the other hand, I pinch its tiny shirt and lift it at eye level. It was yelling and screaming like mad, swinging tiny fists at me. "Let me go, you human!" the Imp squirmed. I study the little thing—my first to see an Imp up close. It has the size of a toddler, stubby in length, with whole almond black eyes with no iris or pupil. The Imp has red skin, two little horns sticking out from the top of his hairless head. He resembles the cartoon character where your subconscious sits on one shoulder while an angel occupies the other.

A bloody trail melted the snow behind her as she admired her spoils. “One down. Three to go,” she muttered, glancing at the gore on her sleeve. She sniffed herself. “Ugh. First, a bath.” Her presence wasn’t going unnoticed. Far across the realm, a chubby imp raced into a towering throne room, panting. He was a grotesque little thing—three feet tall with clawed bird feet, sharp horns, a beaked mouth, and twitchy humanoid eyes. These demons normally preferred to overwhelm victims by sheer numbers and were known for their twisted delight in torture. But this one was shaking.

A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle. Ruben and Kat watched as a large arm came up out of the hole holding a massive axe. Followed by the face of a great horned demon, his skin a strange bluish grey colour. As it climbed the stairs with deliberate slowness, avoiding the blue flames, it came to stand before them as the floor was suddenly back up and the demon stepped back away from the flames to the centre of the circle. Kat looked at it with distaste. “That’s not Lord Basille.”