Demon Plant Novels & Stories

Suddenly, from the very center of the pentacle, a swirling mass of black smoke began to materialize, coalescing into a towering, amorphous form. This entity, devoid of any discernible features, exuded an aura of pure malevolence. Belle's heart raced as she took in the sight before her—this was her first encounter with a demon, a being she had scarcely believed could exist. Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying.

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

*** 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."

Foolish creature. I rose from my seat in the divine plane, moonlight trailing from my fingertips like liquid silver. The stars around me whispered in warning, and the land below flickered in my sight like a pulse. I closed my eyes… and reached. And oh, how it screamed when I touched it. The demon’s seed twisted in defiance, trying to grow, trying to tangle itself around the spirit threads of my child’s forest. It wanted rot. It wanted madness. It got me. I gripped the foul little sprout in both ethereal hands and ripped it from the earth like a weed. I burned it in my palm until there was nothing left but ash and memory.

I wonder what kind of torture I can perform on this guy? "Rise! And hear my call, my dear darling... Hydriam Herba!" a dark green magic circle appeared under my feet. As a five feet tall pitcher-like plant appeared before me. Hydriam is the name I've given to this plant. The plant is hovering above the ground with its tentacle-like vines moving back and forth. "What kind of creature is that?" I can hear the nervousness in his tone, as his eyes shine in fear. I only summoned my beloved pet and you are already shaking in fear? Man... what more if I start doing experiments on you?

Encouraged, the young man explained, "No one knew why the daemonic energy didn’t spread, so many immortals have been researching it. They discovered it’s because the Daemon Domain’s celestial plants absorb daemonic energy similarly to how our spirit gathering formations concentrate spiritual energy." Adrian’s eyes brightened. "So, the seeds you have are from celestial plants that trap daemonic energy?" "Exactly!" the young man said with a smile. "Once these seeds grow into daemonic weed, they not only absorb daemonic energy but also concentrate spiritual energy in one place. Imagine having a spirit gathering formation. Planting many of these in your cave would give you the quality of a top-g

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

My pulse pounded loud enough to alert the killer plants of my approach, and the stairs creaked with our synchronized movements. That crafty old crone had better not be leading us into a trap. I pushed open the door, only to find a white room filled with half a dozen statues, mostly of women, along with one of a bearded man. In between each effigy stood a two-foot-tall potted plant with serrated teeth sticking out of its tulip-shaped head. “What’s this?” I asked. “Never mind those old fossils.” Demeter emerged from behind a column, dressed in the white coat of a scientist. “These are the plants I used to destroy the Fifth Faction of Hell.”

The demon would turn into a plant, hiding around them. Yet, Fane clearly remembered that there were no other plants around them other than that tree. The reason why Fane did not think about the demon immediately was because of that tree. The reason was simple, the tree did not have any signs of life at all, it seemed like a tree that had been dead for many years.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.