Demon Sorcerers Novels & Stories

Mahisar stood at the forefront of the demon horde, surveying the battlefield with a cold, calculating eye. The enemy lines stretched ahead—vampires slashing through the shadows, witches hurling torrents of fire, wolves twisting and leaping through the chaos—but his army moved as one, a tide of claws, teeth, and dark magic surging forward under his command.

Despite the grandeur of the room, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of unease that even the ancient walls could not contain. El-Kharis sat at one end of the table, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the other members of the Council. To his left sat Zareon, the Demon of Earth, his massive frame nearly blending with the stone of his chair. His presence was as immovable as the mountains he commanded. To El-Kharis's right was Azazel, the demoness whose allure was as dangerous as her cunning. She avoided El-Kharis's gaze, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

Instead of a young boy, a woman sat there with her eyes fixed firmly on me. “A demon!” I growled. Demons are creatures who feed on werewolves. Long ago, all the packs in the empire and beyond united to wipe them off the surface of the earth and had succeeded in doing that. “So, where did this one come from?” The spectators gasped and soon, the entire place became chaotic as everyone sought an escape route. Demons are extremely powerful creatures, more powerful than most Alphas. But I refuse to be in the number of those Alphas.

Vasilisa could easily fly off, but not Cassandra, and even if she could throw a fire spell to frighten the demon away or cast an invisible spell, it would still come back at them like a vulture smelling blood. Suddenly, Cassandra's breath hitch as the Drek crouched lower, ready to lunge at them. At the same time, Vasilisa rose from where they lay to meet it. Like an eagle swooping down to attack a wolf, the sorceress sent the creature flying and rolling on the ground. "Climb your way out!" "But I can't..." Cassandra protested. "Do what I say!" The demon got back on all fours again and jumped at the sorceress. They both went flying before they struck the wall.

Pytho: Spirits of Lying - liars Belial: Vessels of Iniquity - inventors of evil things Asmodeus: Revengers of Wickedness Satan: Imitators of Miracles - evil witches and warlocks Merihem: Aerial Powers - purveyors of pestilence Abaddon: Furies - sowers of discord Astaroth: Calumniators - inquisitors and fraudulent accusers Mammon: Maligenii - tempters and ensnarers Born By Power applied the Aggrippa's Classifcation of Demons as most of the characters classified are already in the story as characters, while most are yet to come. Characters like; Leviathan Lucifer Beelzebub Asmodeus Azazel and further, are already implemented. King James Classification Of Demons

*** Valor stood in a rotten wooden house, in his hands were yellowed sheets of paper with strange and monstrous drawings. Standing beside Valor was a man dressed in black, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice “They are called Demon.S, a demon slaying organization that has been expanding rapidly in recent years. The reason they were able to grow like that was that they had a special medicine in their hands. With that potion, controlling or killing a vampire is too simple.” “Even vampires of royal blood?” Valor asked “That, I don't know ... It's been a long time since a descendant of the royal family appeared."

I yell, hearing the quartz finally shatter and hundreds of demons are now see beginning to charge towards us! Five seconds, Five Seconds, FIVESECONDS!! All types and shapes, colors, and beings frighteningly gained their way to the middle of the bridge. Yielding swords, axes, bows, snapping jaws and even some two horned goat looking guy! This was my first time ever seeing demons since Bahm had started allowing me in. IT WAS A HORROR!!! I was frozen in fear. Bahm suddenly throws me to the farthest end away from him and stands in front of my body, trying to perform a spell.

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.”

I took my regular route down to the archives and picked up right where I left off from the day before. From my previous search in trying to uncover all I could about ‘soul-snatchers’, I did happen to stumble upon a couple of passages that captured my attention. ‘Most dark creatures (i.e, demons, spirits, and specters) are attracted to large volumes of power and lively activity. Where they lack in soul and genuine moral decency, they seek to steal and take from others as a means to quench their undying hungers...’ “How pleasant,” I muttered to myself.

A wicked smile appeared on his chubby surface. "ARCHERS! READY! AIM! FIRE!" the squad commanders issued the orders with practiced precision. A rain of terror sieged upon the lone target. Everyone hated those who delved in evil sorcery. The dark souls would sacrifice the innocent and take the lives of many in order to justify their thirst for the unknown. These were the maggots within, the Flesh Eaters.