Demon Of War Novels & Stories

Demonic forms screamed in agony, their malevolence no match for his steely determination. One Demon, his body damaged by horrific wounds, teetered on the brink of defeat amid the melee. Another remained unbroken, unwavering in his aim to break Xavier's resolve. The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm.

“Situations change, Idamus…either way doesn’t change the issue that I need your help with.” “Hmm…” Idamus nodded, as he thought. “I’m just concerned…everything that seems to be happening right now is because of this demon.” He raised his hand in a plea at Ruben’s icy glare as his eyes started to blaze. “Hear me out…if you please…conflicts have arisen within your clan and that of Lord Semenov, you have taken responsibility for the slaughter of humans and the burning of two locations in the South of the city…there is also conflict arising from a werewolf pack up state that your men raided, fought with, killed and arrested the survivors for drug dealing…meanwhile reports coming in clearly state

One day, earth itself , Would bow to its Lord and Ruler, The dark side, That threatens all of humanity. Be wary humans, Hell is come, And hell is come to stay. Hell fire and damnation, For power, Has indeed changed hands. Hell is come... Battle of the Demons , year 2018.

someone was breaking the barrier of hell. "CHIEF DEMON WARRIOR YOUR PRESENCE IS COMMANDED!" his voice was deep and emotionless. The Chief- highest general of Demon Army. The place in demon army was earned by the most deserving lost souls, the one who have seen darkness but still had will and strength to fight....a sense of light present in there heart, a sense of justice. Black icy smoke whirled with the wind, the clanking of armour echoing as footsteps approached the throne, the mist clearing.

As the lower Demon extends his claws, he is suddenly screaming himself before he turns into a fiery smoke and disappears. However, before Yasmine can move and get to her feet, the lower Demon was replaced by an even bigger Demon. The general that was overseeing this section of the war could feel the increased pleasure of that one particular lower Demon and went to join the fun until he saw exactly who the lower Demon had in his claws.

Especially when the other has the power to take their life. "The old Demon's were very honourable. It's how they all got killed," he explains grimly. "I've known this person since the very beginning, and I know they are incapable of breaking their word." I frown, my brain trying to process the information he is drip-feeding me. "Keo mentioned a completely full-blooded Demon from around the time of the war. Is it them?" I question. At the time I didn't think much of it. Keo told me there was only one Demon that came from the time of the war and had blood more pure than his. He said he had spent his entire life looking for this person, and yet so far has failed.

The level three are the reason for this war, they are capable of withstanding sunlight and can also shapeshift making them quite deadly and finally the Level four demons, blessed with each abilities of their own and they all answer to their master Hades" he added. "So if we fight in the day time, it is still useless because of the level three demons. What is the point of this war then when we are already on the loosing side" Alpha Jack gave up, he believed they had no hope and he might as well die now rather than die in the hands of a demon. "Level three demons are called scorpions, you can't easily notice them, they lurk around in the human world mostly and feed on their fear making them st

On high, the Hunters’ observation tower signaled withdrawal but Evelyn knew the real war was only beginning. --- Control Room Seraphim. A voice crackled over the radio: “Sir Alaric, Seraphim is back‑firing! Power systems have inverted! We can’t… stop it!” Alaric tightened his grip on a silver sword; a fanatical light shone in his eyes. “Good. Then let this flame burn everything. If blood is sin, I will be God’s hand.” He withdrew an emergency activation key, his voice like an oath: “Seraphim! Phase Two, engage.”

As Jo stepped outside the chamber, it was filled to the brim. The higher demons, warlords and lords with curling horns, slit-pupil eyes, and ceremonial robes. The strongest classed demons and their leader, the plague demons, veiled in disease-mist. Lady Bellamira, the demoness of mirrors, with silver glass for skin. Group of Aamon, the smart class whose wings had once eclipsed a battlefield. And a lot more than Jo could remember. Jo’s sisters were seated in the front row, each one more perfect and poised than the last.

It's a typical urban fairy tell but there is more truth around us about angel-lost and fallen and only very few of them can find their way back. Dwight Eisenhower had led a fractious alliance—you didn't tell Winston Churchill what to do—in a massive, chaotic war. So it was easier to discern the order in the sky than farther north or farther south, where everything would seem more chaotic. An awesome racing legend in its era, this silver seraph was designed with the finest in styling, racing, and reliability in mind. Soldiers of the Holy Empire fight with greater courage and less fear when there is a Seraph amongst their ranks, for death is not necessarily permanent.