Demon Shadow Novels & Stories

A shadow demon. Its body was massive, larger than any man. Its skin looked almost like hardened shadow, streaked with deep cracks that glowed faintly red. But it wasn’t moving. The demon was dead. My breath caught. “What happened to it?” I whispered. Corin didn’t answer immediately. His gaze had shifted past the body. Toward something behind it. I followed his line of sight. And then I saw it. The crystal. It rose from the forest floor like a jagged tower of light.

“Then why am I here?” “Tomorrow night, even if you don’t want to stay here anymore, you will be forced to stay.” Arista was shocked. “What do you mean?” “Before, I warned you to pay attention to the shadows here, but you still don’t understand?” He continued, “The shadows here all possess spiritual energy. Everyone on this mountain is a shadow demon, including Lord Ewen. The inherent flaw of shadow demons is that, even after cultivating for thousands of years, they may not obtain a physical body. His body does not differ from the one you used a few days ago, all molded from clay.”

But there is another mystery that has left me absolutely horrified. “Which female will reproduce with a shadow monster?” I asked, horrified by my thoughts. I don’t even want to imagine it; shadow monsters are smelly, vile, and disgusting creatures. They have no special scent but they have this smiley type of smell when you move close and they are way bigger than any demon I have seen, so which female will do that? One shadow monster should weigh thousands of female demons combined with body weight. They have muscles and core strength. That is why there are male and female shadow monsters. I am troubled by my own thoughts.

Wrapped by the destructive lightning, the Shadow of Destruction let out crazy shouts. All the creatures present showed joy on their faces. Bombarded by the divine thunder, was this demon-like being finally going to collapse? It was really good. If this nightmare-like demon died, they could survive. After experiencing despair and almost meeting their doom, both the Human Clan and the Demon Clan felt so lucky to have a close call at this moment. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The tangible silvery lightning continued to bombard the Shadow of Destruction. The thick, liquid-like lightning covered everything.

Hopefully now that he was free, they couldn’t use it against him. “Yes, the shadow demon’s name is Ozul.” I cleared my throat and wiped the sweat from my brow. As the three of them continued to stare at one another, my patience began to thin. “What? What could possibly be wrong now?” “We were under the impression we had caught a shadow demon. We were…we were wrong.” Licking his plush lips, Azrael glanced over at Orion who had gone completely still. “Ozul is the name of a God. Specifically, God of the Shadows.”

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

His eyes… molten gold, burning like they saw right through me. A shadow guard shoved him forward, a dozen more tightening the chains. "Don’t," Hartfell barked, thinking I might step forward. But the shadows didn’t keep him long. The demon moved in a blur, chains snapping like twigs. He surged forward, his wings flaring wide as he tore through the shadows with inhuman precision. Clawed hands ripped one apart, his tail speared another, his sheer presence scattering the rest. By the time my mind caught up, every last shadow was gone.

“The shadows. They like you. That’s why the shadow spawn have grown so attached to their Lady.” “I don’t understand.” “The shadow spawn—you’re their Lady. Just like Marian has hers, though my sister’s barely speak or touch her; they only serve. Yours even bathe you. I heard about it,” he teases. “What does that have to do with these ones clinging to my feet?” “The shadow spawn aren’t from our world; they live in another dimension. But their shadows always linger near their Ladies. The ones rubbing against your feet right now are their shadows—they follow you, listen to you, and whenever you need them, they call the spawn back to serve their Lady.”

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.