Demon Road Novels & Stories

An eight years old kid facing a place with nothing but ruins and ashes as well as spooky whispering on the air was a horror that could put you in trauma for a life time. His dad gave him his first task and that was to harvest a soul when he didn’t even know how to do it. He was left there alone in the middle of the crossroad. There’s nothing much has changed. The cold paved road with some sand, the bleak sky, spooky atmosphere, some crumbled old buildings, wandering spirits and whispering of hatreds and regrets. These are the true form of Judgment Road and only demons, angels, or guardians can see it.

H drawled, whipping his fingers in liquid motions. “Of—of course, Prince Haien, ” the demon gulped hard before falling cleanly on the floor with its mutated scaly feet. Damn, no wonder the room smelled of ammonia. The low-class demon actually resides in a sewer-like river of Hell. “I can always give you the soul of this man.” H lazily closed his eyes and basked on the aroma of the fresh blood around him. “How about both? That would be better.” While lifting his hand higher, he opened his eyes and a rush of color changed the heterochromatic ones to a solid, glowing red.

I could invite Charlie. Grinning like a fool, my car came to a stop at the end of the road where cement barriers were in place to act as a barricade between the road and the trench that wrapped around the other side. I reached over to take my seatbelt off. I couldn’t wait to see Charlie. To kiss her. To feel her arms around me. And then, all at once, the inside of the Hellcat was awash in bright white light. I looked out the driver’s side window.

His frown only seem to deepen with time. "It was weird and scary when Maddox reacted that way..His eyes were— "Gray" He finished.Tension happens to linger in the air, somehow I feel there's something wrong or maybe about to happen. "How do you know?" I asked.The man before me heaved out a sigh. "Demon is trying to take over Maddox completely.Those gray eyes only come back when it's stronger and succeeding in taking control.I have warned him countless times to not use demon.It makes him strong for sure only to lure him into the trap"

"Huh...Ahhh!" Luca spun around sharply when he heard the scream. "Let go! Your Highness!" Arlen was hoisted in the air by a bat demon in broad daylight. Luca's mouth dropped as he looked up. Bat demons were generally afraid of the sunlight due to their keen senses. To have one pop-up now was a mystery but a clear indicator that they were sitting ducks. Arlen was yet to face anything like it and was not in the mood to absorb such robust energy. "Don't just stand there; help me, goddammit!"

We run and see another open door, we look inside and it's the same demon with our bodies under him, smiling and waving. "I can't do this," Brittany runs taking her hand away from mine. She runs down and turns a corner in the hallway. I run after her and turn the corner, it's a dead end. I start to breathe rapidly, I can feel the air getting thinner as it gets hard for me to breathe. I turn around to look towards the door, I see the hand of the demon emerge from the room, clenching the wall, pulling itself forward to peak its smiling face at me.

“You still didn’t actually answer me about Mr McGowen, however…?” “Oh, that…you just need to send him to the Demon Realm, I suppose.” “Seriously? It’s that simple?” Ruben asked in disbelief. “Yeah…I’m stupid, I know…it was obvious.” “I will kill him.” Ruben grinned viciously. “And send that bastard straight to hell!” “Technically, the Demon Realm isn’t hell…and if you can find Scott before you open that portal again you can just throw him straight down there.” “Really?” Ruben asked with surprise.

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

Forgotten by all but me. And there, in the dark, I did the one thing I swore never to do. I summoned a demon. I knew the words. I had studied them once in secret, back when I was still naive enough to think knowledge alone was harmless. I carved the circle with chalk, then blood, then bone—just as the old book instructed. When the final syllable left my lips, the air rippled. The temperature dropped. And the wind died. Then he appeared. Not with fire. Not with thunder. But with a sound like pages turning.