Demon Novels & Stories

He stuttered his shaky hands ready to take notes in his small note book. Lorenzo inhaled through his nose. "I loved the smell of blood, the cries of the victims begging my dad for mercy, the children crying for their parents to be spared. Fucking paradise. I should take you to my basement one day and show you around. It's a lovely place." He chuckled Dr. Ross gulped shaking his head, "Uhh...alright-Umm. Let's m-move on." He made a quick note in his note pad. Lorenzo shrugged.

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

"They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea." Astrid witnessed his Adam's apple bob and his face drain of color in terror. "You are lying," he declared, but the quiver in his voice betrayed his deepening fear. "I am not," she assured him. She tried to muster up a look of concern for him, though she was not at all convinced she was pulling it off. "Save yourself, Leif. Show me where the baby is. Brodi is merciful. If you abandon your plan and confess, I'm sure you will survive. If you do not…"

Miriam said. ​"No one could survive a crash like that," I said, shaking my head. ​"Miracles happen. Someone did," Miriam replied, a small smile playing on her lips. We gave her a skeptical look. ​"If the first one was worse and someone survived, maybe this time... maybe someone is still alive," Ash said, his voice full of hope. That’s Ashton Singh for you—the kind-hearted best friend who could find the good in anyone, even a friend of Satan.

Straight to the point I see. “I didn’t like the on going idea of me leaving here without saying much, I see you most days anyways”. I shrug averting my gaze. Looking back we stare at one another. It seems we tend to do that often. “How do humans do these things anyways? get to know one another.” “Humans?” She repeats with a brow lifted and a half smile. Should I just spit it out? She probably won’t believe me anyways. I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

Then he drew a circle around himself and closed his eyes, as if meditating. I tugged on Salem’s arm, but he did not move. “Stay,” he said. “You must see what Mr. Cillian is.” For a moment, nothing happened. Then Mr. Daffodil’s corpse convulsed, and let out a scream that was devoid of fear or rage or sorrow—an empty, emotionless husk of a scream. The bones of his fingers extended, stabbing through his fleshy tips and cracking open his nails. Tattered, red-streaked shreds of skin and cloth fell to the floor as his ribs cut through his chest and shirt, and a webbing of bone formed over what remained. Cheekbones punctured his face, causing blood to splash down in thick waterfalls. His teeth grew

Time to end this one way or another. ***

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.

They stopped when they saw her and moved away from the casket,beckoning her to come closer. An unknown peace came over her as she inhaled deeply and felt her horror and apprehension dissipate as she crossed the short distance between herself and the casket. Looking down,Beth stared at her own face. “How is this possible?”she asked,touching her hair,her face,her arms,as if to make sure she was still breathing and living.This was unbelievable.She was staring at her own corpse in morbid fascination. The tallest of the singing children,a beautiful young girl with the voice of an angel,was the one to answer her.