Demon Lores Novels & Stories

“There is something between you two that you are not telling me.” Lysan was quiet, he didn't say anything, he just kept staring at the floor. Dyleon ran a hand through his hair, pulling it slightly. “When did you become like this Lys? When did you start hiding things from me? You feel like a completely different person, acting off since morning.” He moved closer to Lysan, “Talk to me Lysan, Please.” Dylan said, his voice cracking a little. Lysan blinked hard, pressing his lips together, keeping his emotions in check. There was no way he could explain to Dyleon that their beloved Demon prince was a monster. That he found himself in the body of another person. That everything was spiraling out

I watched Josh through half closed eyes, he was sweating profusely and looked like he was enjoying himself. It was a covenant sealed in a room that smelled of damp walls and desperation. The torn cream lace was on the floor, a heap of ruined promises. On those yellowed sheets, amidst the noise of the nighttime slum outside, we claimed the only thing the VC couldn't reach. For a few hours, the danger didn't exist. There was only the heat of our skin, the weight of his promise, my moans, his groans and the silent, terrifying knowledge that by dawn, the loom of thorns would start pulling the strings again.

“It was referred to as a lewykol in ancient times—a shadow spirit worm or demon sent to devour souls or bring messages. It is brought forth from the netherworld, and the conjurer—in this case, Levon—has to give it something of himself, some part of his own spirit, in order to give it any kind of direction.” “It is fixated completely on Elizabeth,” Max observed. “Not on escaping.” “Were you able to see how it got in?” Lojos asked. “With all the safeguards, how could it slip in?”

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

Sylvia rose to her feet, grabbed her cane and was about to leave when I finally caught my voice. I grabbed her wrist. My body trembling from fear. “What do you mean by they sold their souls?" I asked, my voice a whisper. Sylvia's face turned ghost white. Her eyes widened like I had just said the most horrifying thing ever. “I didn't..." she began explaining when a loud buzz echoed across the woods. We froze, shocked by the sound. Guess, I would never get used to that. The system's voice followed. “Get ready players the real Demon games is officially beginning."

El-Kharis explained, tired of defending his mate. "That does not matter, El-Kharis. Whether she is a human orb or not, she is a potential danger to us, and we need her to leave," Zareon, an earth demon, said angrily. "Zareon, you better know your place. Don't forget you are just a representative of your god here," El-Kharis snapped back, standing up angrily to leave. "She is a demoness of all five elements, El-Kharis," Lilith finally spoke, her terrifying yet calm and alluring voice echoing across the room, prompting El-Kharis to sit down again.

Ruben said with a tinge of menace. Kat saw Darius’s eyes go wide then narrow as his jaw clenched. “What do you need us to do, my Lord?” Darius asked as Magnus looked at him strangely. Kat frowned, just how much power does Ruben wield in this city? “I need a doorway opened to the Demon Realm and a summoning spell for Lord Basille.” “What!?” Magnus stood up, slamming his hand down on the table. “No way! That’s a Ninth Level Demon!” Darius grimaced. “Sit down, Magus.” He ordered, finally showing who was actually in charge between them.

Lora stepped back and turned to get up on the bus. "Goodbye, Rademos. I'll return your jacket to you whenever I run into you at school." "That's alright. Take care, Lora." Immediately Rademos turned back towards the direction that would take him home; he felt an evil dark force try to break free from within him. The force gripped him so hard that he stood still in the middle of the road while battling it. His honey-colored pupils had gone as dark as night. "Hey man, get out of the way!"

Forgotten by all but me. And there, in the dark, I did the one thing I swore never to do. I summoned a demon. I knew the words. I had studied them once in secret, back when I was still naive enough to think knowledge alone was harmless. I carved the circle with chalk, then blood, then bone—just as the old book instructed. When the final syllable left my lips, the air rippled. The temperature dropped. And the wind died. Then he appeared. Not with fire. Not with thunder. But with a sound like pages turning.

Samael gave her a last gaze and decide to take his leave before it is too late, he has only few minutes to get inside the soothing pool Closing the door behind him, Samael went for the only door he created with an entry to the forest directly and went in, disappearing into the other world Samael struggles to get to his abode as the red moon is already showing itself but he can’t seems to get himself straight as the effect of the dark power was taking over him, feeling himself lost to it, his demon being starts to struggle to come out of him but he tries to subdue it and get to comfort The moment he manage to get into his home, his aides rushes to him immediately and help him get into the poo