Demon Runes Novels & Stories

Devon scratched Purple’s fur, and then she ran towards the mirror and placed the tooth in front of it. All of us gasped when the Moonlight mirror illuminated silver, revealing the talisman, which was sewn inside the skirt of the dress. It was a black ring carved with cursed runes. “That is the Heart Eating Rune,” Dad murmured, recognizing the runes that were carved on the black ring. “I read about it somewhere that it drains the power of someone who wears it.” “It’s the ring they used against the Alpha King before.” Uncle Killian added with his mouth slightly gaping as if he couldn’t believe such a thing existed. “How did they get that thing? I thought it was destroyed in the last war.”

“I’ll need wolfsbane, powdered moonstone, river salt, and fresh sage. Quickly!” The servants bowed low and rushed out at once. The slam of the door behind them left a heavy silence in their wake. “Moon Goddess, please let this work,” I muttered, pulling out a pouch of runes from my bag. It paid to be prepared, thank the stars. I scattered the carved stones around Dominic’s body, their etched symbols faintly glowing as they settled into place. Closing my eyes, I began to chant. One by one, the runes ignited, glowing brighter until they formed a halo around Dominic. My magic wove through them, linking each rune in a delicate chain.

She asked curiously. "You need to first cleanse yourself then anoint yourself with fragrant oils. Afterward, you will be dressed in a pure white gown. I will apply runes across your exposed flesh when all those things have been completed. Vincent's mark has been removed due to your love for your new mate. He obviously has visited since you have been locked up here," he mumbled candidly. Sophia's cheeks turned red and Shadow chuckled. "I already know, child, nothing gets past me," he said sternly. Swallowing uncomfortably, Sophia went with Shadow without hesitation. As she passed Ivan the demon shook his head.

“And she didn’t even know it. You can’t see her runes, can you?” “What runes?” “How can’t you see them? You’re one of them. They’re on her back.” “Well, I haven’t seen her shirtless.” “Oh, right.” “What are those runes, anyway?” “They look like fire, but now that I know what she is, maybe it’s an angel thing. Ren doesn’t have runes like she has on her back, but he has something on his arm..” I showed her the rune on my wrist. “I got it when I touched the sword.”

"Do not test my patience again." He turned and strode away, leaving them to nurse their wounds. He had more pressing matters to attend to. A meeting had been called in the royal chamber, and his presence was required. Entering the grand room, El-Kharis found the other demon royals already assembled. The god of fire, a towering figure with molten eyes and hair like flames, glared at him. His skin was a deep, burnt crimson, and heat radiated from him in waves. Beside him, the earth demon, solid and imposing, watched with a stony expression. His form was like living rock, with veins of precious metals glinting through his granite-like skin. The water demon, fluid and ever-changing, regarded him

The look that contained everything we hadn’t said and everything we had and everything that was about to happen. Damon moved. He came at both of us simultaneously. Not the exhausted desperation of the previous exchanges — something colder. The calculation that had been running underneath the fury finally producing a final output. He understood what the white runes meant. He understood the window. He understood that if he could keep us occupied for ninety seconds the window closed and the ritual completed and everything he’d been fighting for proceeded as planned. Ninety seconds of keeping us occupied. That was all he needed. He was going to get approximately fifteen.

It was Hundun. Among all the Demons, only Hundun, Callan and the Demon Lord are the only ones able to transform into majestically ancient beasts. The rest are just lowly ranked Demons, they were born that way…. The Demons are classified into three types, The ancient Demons from the beginning of time, the human-like Demons, and lastly, the overall Demons who could talk. [The ancient Demons are Callan, Hundun, and the Demon Lord…. They've been alive since the beginning of time. They have the ability to shift into huge ancient beasts with wings, transform into a human and most of the time, transform into a human but with their horns still intact and visible. While the humans-like Demons are the

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.

Metal screams and groans and bends. I turn to the runes. They glow as I approach, recognizing me. It is as though they hunger for me. I tilt my head. "...let's see how you like it when your meal bites back, you pathetic little carvings." I let the demon energy slip out, seeping into the runes like ink into paper. They scream, rearing back. It's a sound only I can hear. Dad doesn't even notice as he keeps ripping wires. It suddenly feels as though they’re sucking out my strength. A wave of dizziness rattles me. It’s overwhelming.

A small rune sat by the tiny lamp in the room waiting to be added to the spell. He pulled out the piece of glass yellowed from age. In the glass's middle was one perfect emerald stone. The spell called for the rune he stole and glass to bring the demon forth. Placing them both on the floor, he took his pocket knife out and cut his hand. Norman watched as a few drops of his blood fell on to the rune and jeweled glass. He pulled out the plastic bag filled with god only knows what and he sprinkled it over the bloody rune and glass piece. A black wisp of smoke appeared out of nowhere causing him to smile.