Demon Names Supernatural Novels & Stories

Of course, demons have no worries; the return of the bloodsuckers wouldn’t affect them, but it might ruin the lives of my people. “What’s so funny?” I almost growl the question. Annoyance and irritation slowly cloud my judgement, and if this man weren’t the newfound father, I’d probably try to kick out his damn teeth. He’s testing my patience. “Lazarus, son,” he slaps his massive hand on my shoulder and shakes his head. “I never mentioned vampires, so you don’t have to freak out about them just yet. What I meant are the leeches we know in the underground, hell. The soul eaters, we call them leeches. They have a specific scent only demons can sense – it’s like sulphur or something close to it

She bit her lip and looked fervently around to the warlocks cleaning up to make sure none of them heard. “That’s your name, isn’t it?” Ruben said his eyes darkening. When he had heard that name uttered by that demon his whole body had been covered in goosebumps and he had shuddered with an intense fire heating his loins. “Your real name?” Kat looked away. “Yes, it is, but…please don’t say it so carelessly.” Ruben startled, he remembered Demon’s real names held power over them. “Bastet is a goddess…why do you have her name?” Ruben leaned over intently.

Ban: In other words you broke a high orb too. Gasik: No, in my case I only manage to crack it. But just activating one would give you the right to be named by your benefactor. And only arch demons and above can give names. Most demons in this world are without names. I was named by Lady Lisa when I came to work here. (That means that there are demons here with the right to be named but no one to name them.) Gasik: We are here. Please wait inside for Lady Lisa.

Deep down it was a weird silence beyond the border and her own adrenaline could tell something was not right. A pair of black smoke appeared infront of Iris' eyes. They were men with dark red skin and two, long horns growing out of their forehead and wore long robes commonly used in cults. She can smell the sulfur out of them, these men are demons. Her hatred for them is still there in her heart and all she wanted was to kill them. Pointing the gun to their way ready to shoot if one of them makes a move on her. "Greetings, human. My name is Passadio and this is Futurio we have come to see the little human our master will meet soon." The twin demons have short hair and she can tell the differ

To Hindus they are the Pishachas, Islam the Shayateen, the Japanese call them Oni, and to the Christians they are demons. Dannie took another step back as they seemed to come closer, tightening the half-circle. Her foot slipped as the sandy rocks gave way and she struggled to keep her balance. Dannie was trapped there with them. Panic seared through her and her heart raced wildly. They got closer and closer. This was just a nightmare. “Stop. Go away,” Dannie screamed, her voice shrill and almost unrecognizable to her own ears. She fell to her knees. Dannie’s eyes slammed shut and she covered her ears. She didn’t want to see them. She didn’t want to hear them. “Go Away!”

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

’ I ask him, settling into the couch to wait out Kenji’s Elders as they look over Jamari. ‘Yesss.’ My Demon replies. ‘My name isss Damballa. I have been portrayed asss a ssserpent God with the voodoo people.’ The way that he speaks makes so much more sense knowing that. ‘Long ago there wasss another Realm, a sssixth Realm, where the witchesss lived in peaccce.’ Another Realm?

“Then what are we dealing with, if not demons.” “Kings of dead universes, crotchety spirits wanting to walk again, the leftovers of an alien race, the memories of physical beings cast aside, some zeitgeist aspect made real, ancient watchers frozen in stone, entities of pure spirit who have never known flesh. Take your pick. Though, I hazard the last is probably what you’ve been describing. What name did you give it?” “Calach.” “That’s a loser. Really fucking bush league. Go big or go home is what I say. You know some big demonic titles, use them. Or try an angelic name, that’ll give you some weird results.”

Squeezing the chains around her tighter and tighter, unbreakable ropes binding her body to the length of the metal slide, I demanded, "Tell me your true name. I want your name, succubus, and I will have it if you want to live!" I didn't even know if demons could be considered 'living' since they were born purely out of evil. Most of them were immortal as far as I could recall. Stories about demons weren't the kind of bedtime tales I'd grown up on so most of my knowledge came from fae gossip or rumors common among the supernatural community. "Why? Why don't you just let me go?" Her tears wouldn't sway me. Tightening the chains until smoke was radiating out from her throat, I demanded again, "

I felt myself sway back on the heels of my feet, only to have Lucas stand behind me to steady my balance. “What exactly is a ‘soul-snatcher’, apart from its namesake?” he asked. “What the two of you need to understand is that these creatures live in the shadows and feed off of life in order to survive. Like an unearthly parasite,” she explained. Aurora beckoned for all of us to sit down. “A ‘soul-snatcher’ is a type of demon. Very rare and exceedingly fickle when selecting someone they’re willing to connect themselves with,” she said.