Demon Painter Novels & Stories

She was curious to learn more about how this Demon's mind worked and how he felt about things. The young Demon did not think momentarily; he answered immediately, " I would keep the name Demon. I would add the name Matteo Nightwhisper. My name would be Demon Matteo Nightwhisper." He grinned at her and explained, "Demon because it was the name given to me by the pack, Matteo, because of the irony- I am being given a gift from a goddess and Nightwhisper to honor my new pack."

"Keeper of truths and lies, seer of past and future. I summon you to this circle by right of blood and binding." The temperature in the room plummeted. Frost began forming on the windows despite the autumn warmth outside. The candle flames turned from orange to deep purple, casting everything in an otherworldly glow. Then he appeared. The demon materialized in the summoning circle like smoke given form. Tall and gaunt, with skin the color of old parchment and eyes like black pearls. He wore robes that seemed to be cut from the night sky itself, stars glittering in their depths. When he smiled, his teeth were perfect white points.

Any sign of weakness and the demon would pluck and play with my wounds until I bled out. “Morningstar spawn,” the demon crackled in its otherworldly voice. I kept my expression blank. “Abaddon” Coops strained against the metal cuff holding his neck in place. I realized it was the demon trying to tilt its head. His eyes were the most unsettling part. They belonged to Coop—they were his warm shade—but there was nothing but madness and endless hunger behind them, and nothing of the boy who had first introduced me to magic. I accepted the jar of bubbling goo from Nova and began painting the entrapment sigil on the floor. The demon’s grin widened with each brush stroke as it realized what I was g

I glanced sideways over at them both looking to see if I could tell if they were mates. "Is my daughter your mate," I asked the young dark angel. It was strange seeing one with yellow demon eyes and I wondered what he truly was. He was very handsome and if I wasn't mated I certainly would have tried to seduce him. "I'm a destroyer, like my father I am the creator's destruction in the flesh," he stated forcefully and I nodded.

I was glad because I thought he came to me for the same reason I had. But I was wrong. I felt his hostility when he asked me about the Demon Alpha’s son. When I told him that the boy is innocent and has no connection to the evildoings of his father, he got mad and accused me of having connection with the Demon Pack. He captured me and imprisoned me in his pack’s dungeon. I tried to fight back but he had better fighting skills, I had no match to him. I could still remember vividly how he tortured me with a blazing whip just so I would tell him where the boy was. But I knew he would kill the boy once he’d find him that’s why I didn’t say a thing.

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

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.

“Why are you suddenly changed like that? You are not going to trick me again! I've learned the lesson!” “I am not acting, my lady,” says Rex, shivering so suddenly that made her throw a dirty stare. “I apologize. You see, that demon lover of yours gave us a chance to better our lives or he will end it. Demons are really scary, my dear. You better not anger him!” “He let you all go?” she asked, blinking in disbelief. Honestly, she actually thought he had killed them all like how he killed that demon at Press. “Yes, he did. But he gifted us with warnings, of course!”

Ancient records tell of a being neither a god nor demon, this creature is a force of nature, a deity that is more powerful than all of the great pantheon gods combined and surpasses the Maker himself. The Archiver referred to this being as a Demon for a lack of a better name, though it is said that the Demon was never a frighteningly violent being long ago, for he wanted only to sleep and to dream of peace. Before the time of the 1st Cataclysmic war or even the birth of the realms, it is said that the Demon was a being who was born even before the maker’s awakening and he had slept longer than the maker ever had. While the Maker created the realms he also made the gods that will guide the re

he repeated, then continued walking. Esteria hesitated only for a moment before following the demon. They crossed a large room filled with peculiar, almost eerie portraits that seemed to watch them as they passed. The walls were adorned with ornate tapestries, and the passageway was illuminated by old-fashioned chandeliers that cast a warm, golden light. The intricate designs on the walls depicted scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures, adding to the surreal atmosphere.