Demon Nephilim Novels & Stories

he said, fangs visible from his mouth. "Who....who..." "I'm your guardian angel" he smirked again. Arianna eyes opened in realization. Guardian angel? more like guardian Demon! "I won't hurt you. You summoned me" he said, Arianna gasped, No....she had summoned an angelic creature not this......dark being. Her eyes swept across his features, his skin was an ashen gray and he was shirtless, a mark of a claw on his right chest, long flowing hair that had been tied loosely behind him. He was smirking evilly at her, she felt her legs weaken. She was about to say something when Meena walked in.

That man he met is killed by one of the Nephilim. The Nephilim are born when a demon invades a human body. They have some special abilities apart from being larger in size and scary looks. Nephilim can only be killed by the Skipper seers, and no one can kill them. The Nephilim who came to kill Iris is dead because of the arrows Iris fired, and not because of the Were warriors. Anything the Skipper seer touches becomes a deadly weapon to use against the Nephilim.

Taking my shirt off partially, I jabbed my nails into the top of my spine, pulling out my sword, Slayer Rhakis and summoned the portal to edge of The Demon Realm. Stepping inside, my senses were clear, smelling the first wave of demons a few miles away into hell. I waited patiently, pacing back and fourth and focusing my ears on Hunnie and Kris as I leaned against the cold and icy, black flesh of a pillar. The Realm's bridge was as wide and long as a football field and made up of squirming flesh. All around the bridge was pitch black, the only light coming from the glowing floor of flesh under my feet and the demons portal from Hell.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

Nadir was haunting them while they've been half asleep, so would probably think it was a beautiful dream. Nadir was a succubus, a demon made of Lilith's vanity, so that incubus, her first perfect children, would have someone who gets sperm for them, so they could impregnate women with the seed of evil, making children who were more susceptible to the demonic possession, and thanks to that could wreak havoc much more easily by blending in quite well into the human race. Yes, that was also Nadir's job - collecting male sperm for incubus.

Miaka’s P.O.V “W-what?” I hated that my voice broke, but my mind wasn’t in the right place at the moment. “Hades and Suzaku might both be Gods, but they are polar opposites of each other.” Kaleb explained. “Hades is the God of demons and Suzaku the Beast God of fire. So if you were made from their essence…that should make you half-demon…half-angel.” “That’s nonsense!” I said defensively. “I’m a full demon.”

He picked up his cup of tea which had cooled down and his attention focused entirely on the eunuch as he read out the report. “CongQi Town has been experiencing a bad season as the weather changes were often unpredictable, this has caused much of the plantation and crops to be affected which depletes the people’s food supplies. The situation has worsened when it seems that the livestock has been infected by some unknown disease which has caused many death among the animals. Requesting to the court to send help in form of food supplies as the people may not survive during the winter which is predicted to be a month’s a way. Also a rather alarming incident involving the death of several young

He turns and sees my focus on his hand, before pausing a moment to also look down at what is now normal skin, and makes a soft noise under his breath that almost seems like a laugh. “Figured out why the smarter wolves are afraid of me, Princess?” he mocks me before pushing his way inside. Unrattled by my seeing his true self, and in fact, it feels a lot like he grows cockier with every step as my returning trepidation grows. It sends a chill through me as I follow him into the cozy space, not really taking it in, my thoughts swimming with newfound fear as I try to recall Leyanne's teachings. Demonics. The fractured half of the Angelics. Once a whole whose conflicting parts were torn apart be

“Thorne, no.” “Don’t argue with me, boy. Just do it.” The bigger demon stepped forward, a pair of pistols coming from his waist, and he lifted his hands, shooting off round after round. The gunshots rang out against the silence of the afternoon and five angels fell, their bodies exploding into brilliant light. Archon stepped back, screaming at the Legion behind him. “Kill him and bring me the Nephalim!” Serenity watched in horror at the surge of angels as they moved as one, coming at the demon.

"You drove nails into his palms and feet, crucifying him to a chair. You ripped out his fingernails one by one, shattered his fingers, peeled the skin from his scalp. You fed on his screams. Like a serpent crushing its prey, you broke every joint in his body. And in the end, you set him ablaze." She let out a twisted, triumphant laugh. "I was so proud of you that day. My son was reborn—not the sniveling weakling I once despised, pampered and pitiful—but something greater. My nine-year-old son became the Devil’s hound—Delilah’s Descent." ‎He staggered back. ‎Crushed. ‎Breath shallow. ‎Castelle stood at the door—tears streaming silently down her face as she witnessed the wreckage of the man sh