Demon Runes Novels & Stories

Black veins spread across her eyes, consuming them in shadow. I feel myself slipping, drawn away from the memory’s grasp. “No—not yet.” I push forward, keeping myself grounded just a little longer. Hilda and the bound witch both turn suddenly toward me. My eyes widen in confusion—it cannot be. They shouldn’t be able to see me. Yet Hilda rushes forward, grabbing my wrist. I scream and pull back, but her grip is too strong. Strange runes, in a language I cannot read, begin to etch themselves across my arms like living hieroglyphs. They glow red, pulsing with power. I remember them, the same runes that appeared when I summoned that demon. Then, with startling haste, she hisses, her hand burning

She spoke in riddles and ancient tongues, revealing fragments of a forgotten history. The Seer revealed that the runes were not just markings but a map, a pathway to a forgotten realm, a dimension where ancient beings slumbered. These beings, she warned, were neither good nor evil, but beings of immense power, capable of reshaping the world. The stones were not merely a gateway but a key, capable of unlocking immense power, either for creation or destruction. The choice, she said, rested with them. The runes weren’t inherently malevolent; they were tools, powerful tools that could be used for good or ill, depending on the intentions of those who wielded them.

But one rune she had learnt to draw by heart. Her gaze darted to Yvonne’s wiggling fingers and the first sparks of magic and then flickered to Dorian preparing to pounce, his wolf coming to the surface. ‘No…I can’t let her harm him,’ she thought and raised her hand. With her forefinger, she drew the Algiz (ᛉ) rune, the rune for protection and connection to the divine. Yvonne’s hands faltered, the magic flickering slightly as Serena pushed the glowing rune slightly when it was completely, waiting with bated breath to show it’s magic and just when Yvonne’s mouth opened, no doubt to spew a snark, the light from the rune fluttered and swirled around Serena and Dorian.

Not that this is my first time but this people are different. It's the pack of the demon alpha. I wouldn't believe I would be here even in an hundred years to come. Some nice looking maids came to put the serving dishes on the table. Those dishes are quite expensive. Looking at the one they placed on the demon alpha's path, I'm so sure it's not steel but his dishware and goblet were shimmering like diamond. I wondered what they are made of.

Tension slips into the air as Kitra now directs her glare towards the Demon, curtly eying me in a way that says she’ll get back to me later as she changes the direction of her gait to where they are. “What the hell, Zorien! Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Loren’s been bleeding my poor ears over nursing the heartbreak you left her in. And for what, that despicable low life!” ‘Just when you think you’ve got your plate full of that insufferable Demon, a sniveling one pops up next in line to your torment’ Runa curses with annoyance and I quickly caution her. I’m not hurt and she’s right, in the first place, I shouldn’t be here. I don’t belong here.

"Blood resonance? We’re talking about a man turning into a predator, not a chemical reaction. You’re telling us you found a manual for how to control a monster?" "It’s not just a manual," Obi corrected, his eyes finding mine. "It says that the 'frenzy'—the state you enter when the new moon hits—is fueled by the lack of an anchor. If the beast has no tether to humanity, it consumes everything in its path until there is nothing left. But if there is a... a specific signature present, the beast can be pulled back."

her head slowly turned towards me, "use one of the angel relics to get rid of it." "Angel relics?" I repeated almost inaudibly. "Demon runes are blood magic, which is almost impossible to be broken." Her gaze looked down at Cole. "The only known way to break them is with relics given to humans by the angels themselves." "So, we just need to find one of these relics?" Jesse asked while the corners of his lips turned up.

Although my summons is immortal, they do not have unlimited mana, so just like me, they will run out of mana too. This somehow helps. I am liking this so far and for your name, it shall be ..Ummm skull? He blinked with his empty eyes, displaying a kind of happiness to my words. Yes, I'll take that as a yes! Here we go then..let's continue. How will my two stronger summons be? [Rage Demon] Level 0 Race: Demon Rank: Unique Element: Fire HP- ??? CON-??? ATK-650 STR-217 DEF-500 DEX-100

The runes on Jace's body seemed alive and glistening in black and silver. Erica watched Jace with frightened eyes. "No, Your Majesty—" Jace looked the demon up and down. "I never knew there was a devil so ugly and smelly as you," he said. The demon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside its mouth were two rows of glass-sharp teeth filling its entire mouth. The demon's breath smelled foul as if green was wafting from its breathing hole. The demon jumped on Jace. Jace moved his hand quickly and created a blade of black mist that made runes on his body. The blade was pitch black and quite long.

“It’s… something else. Humanoid, but wrong.” Damien’s voice was a growl. “The runes are holding, but they’re straining. We need to reinforce them.” Althea began chanting, her voice weaving ancient words, while Damien sliced his palm, letting blood drip onto the central rune in the foyer. The wards surged, forcing the figure to retreat, its snarl fading into the forest. But as it vanished, Aurora caught a glimpse of its face—familiar yet impossible, a twisted echo of someone she couldn’t place, stirring a buried memory from her lost past.