Demon Slime Novels & Stories

I asked Valerie. “That was a Grim demon. They are a type of Abyss demon created when werewolves or humans experience great pain before they die. Their restless souls wander around for a while and soon become corrupted, then merge together at a center to become... that thing you saw. Depending on the number of people that died, there could be hundreds in this forest,” Valerie said. “No! You can't be serious,“ I said, tears gathering in my eyes. “How did you find it anyway?” Marie asked.

It would also make some sense of why she could so easily slip into many different version of herself, honoring them and calling on the will to embody each sliver of herself. Her defiant answer was just the thing to kick in Blood’s lust for her energy, to taste the essence of what kept her body animated until there was nothing left. This moment made him understand why demons and succubi were often mistook for each other. Having the opportunity to ignore her needs and drink her soul dry of its life force showed him what separated them. As a demon, he wasn’t a slave to his thirst for it though, it was his choice to drink a little or all of her or none at all, unlike a succubus. For that gift, h

Damian's face flashed before my eyes, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure as he committed the heinous act. I shuddered as I recalled the onslaught my pack members received at the hands of Damian and his vampire minions. The images of their battered and broken bodies, the sounds of their screams and pleas for help, it all came flooding back, and I felt myself shaking uncontrollably in the bathtub.

"Un-fucking-believable. We have to start all the way at the beginning." Victoria giggled, sitting back on the couch and taking a swig of her beer. "You shoot like a girl, Jaz." "Bullshit." The demon grinned. "You should see me against real zombies." Her jaw dropped. "Those exist too?" He laughed. "Yea, they're summoned by necromancers. That's an old practice though. The things are like locusts. Even the necro's have a hard time keeping them under control." He shuddered, as if remembering a past event. "The bastards mostly summon ghouls and phantoms now."

“And I said I would not suffer to see you again, you bloodsucking—” I seize him by the throat, lifting him clear off the ground. “He may be a bloodsucker, but he ain’t the real demon here,” I denounce. “You are both abominations,” Sicillio grates. “You belong in hell.” I have barely a split second to react, as a tentacled monstrosity bursts out from that poured circle of blood at his feet. I go to kick it into the wall, but those teeth tipped tentacles are wrapped tight around my calf, tightening every second in sawing, deadly vice. It’s a fucking Cthulu fledging – a real pain in the ass, even in miniature.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

The story here shifts, as he remembered, from that of moral lesson, to historical prophecy, but underlying the history there is a subtle command of respect for Aberdinian leaders. He was brought out from his thoughts when the water begin to stir. Something with a serpentine movement snaked in it and when he bent to take a closer look, it jumped on him. They were squids with human faces and chared teeth as big as a man’s fingers. The disgusting creatures fed on human eyes. When he threw it back into the water, Slaemann came towards him. ‘You are afraid’ Emre with a face wreathed in anxiety regarded back his gaze, sullen and silent, smitten with the stir.

A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle. Ruben and Kat watched as a large arm came up out of the hole holding a massive axe. Followed by the face of a great horned demon, his skin a strange bluish grey colour. As it climbed the stairs with deliberate slowness, avoiding the blue flames, it came to stand before them as the floor was suddenly back up and the demon stepped back away from the flames to the centre of the circle. Kat looked at it with distaste. “That’s not Lord Basille.”