Demon Ocs Novels & Stories

Black smoke began to emerge from the mirror. Harold’s happiness gave way to discomfort as he saw another face appear in the mirror. It was the face of Oculus, the mighty demon of destruction whose existence had been bestowed upon his family like a curse. He was his ancestor but owing to everything he had done, the elders had locked him away in the Undead Realm, an alternate dimension for the undead. Harold remembered the day he had made a deal with the devil. Oculus had spent several life-times looking for someone in his blood-line who would free him of his suffering and he reached out to Harold on a day when Harold needed his help.

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

"I'll keep it simple. A White Giant or not, Deimon Ashworth — you are no match for the Ozeth Alpha." "What?" The word left Deimon's mouth before he could architect it, involuntary, his fury surfacing before he held it back. Romulus did not blink. "Because, Master Ashworth — Jebediah Ozeth is the living incarnate of the demon god Indra."

I realized it too. When he watched until the end of our wedding ceremony, after that, right in front of everyone to make me regret, he made a horrible choice. He want to remove his heavenly spiritual heart and offer it to the Aztarion Abyss just to become a Demon Alpha God. This act marked the easiest yet most difficult way to becoming an Devil. Once that happens, he would become a great destruction of everything, he will consumed by anger like no love, no mercy. Cruelty would define him forever.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

She grabbed her cleaning supplies and sighed as she made her way down the hallways. The Previous day The left hand of Lucifer or Faelon Ogrith as he was known was a large dark angel with huge black feathered wings. His disposition was cold and heartless. With a scowl seemingly always present on his ruggedly handsome face, many other demons refused to approach him. Lucifer had requested that he go to a small town in the human world called Winterset located high up in the mountains to observe the reapers collecting souls along with the humans that lived there. The small town was quaint and picturesque but Faelon didn't care about any of that. Normally he would have refused this assignment but

*** Valor stood in a rotten wooden house, in his hands were yellowed sheets of paper with strange and monstrous drawings. Standing beside Valor was a man dressed in black, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice “They are called Demon.S, a demon slaying organization that has been expanding rapidly in recent years. The reason they were able to grow like that was that they had a special medicine in their hands. With that potion, controlling or killing a vampire is too simple.” “Even vampires of royal blood?” Valor asked “That, I don't know ... It's been a long time since a descendant of the royal family appeared."

Oceane answered confidently. Dealing with lower demons was not a problem for her at all. However, seeing the muscular demon in front of her, Oceane could say she didn't have the confidence to deal with it. At least, Oceane knew she would have to sacrifice something. Probably losing a limb or two.. "Lady Audelia, are you sure you can handle that demon?" Oceane asked, wanting to make sure before dealing with the muscular demon's lackeys. A smile, simple but confident, appeared on Audelia's face. She turned her head and gave Oceane a reassuring look, then said,

Another answered. "For your information, I am not bewitched in any way because a human can never bewitch a demon, also yes she is my woman and not my slave. Just like our demon king became fond of the blessed maiden, I too felt the same way with Clair." Ose responded seriously then hissed as his scales began to show. The generals instantly kept quiet in fear. In our kingdom, Ose was the third strongest and most generals feared him whenever he got upset. "Calm down," I said softly to him then looked at Clair.

It dragged at the edge of the battlefield. A demon lunged from the smoke, lowering his shoulders like a charging bull. It slammed into Storm’s side, the impact knocking sparks of Phoenix fire from her fur. Two more followed before she could even counterstrike. They tried to overwhelm her momentum. Osric didn’t hesitate. He vaulted forward, shoulder-checking the first demon off her. Then he slid beneath the second’s claws, driving his blade upward into the joint beneath its jaw. The steel ripped out of its body sideways, tearing its head clean off in a spray of viscous ichor. The third demon lunged toward him—tail scything toward his spine—