Demon Spice Novels & Stories

A being clouded by mystery and wonder. Centuries back The lost forest was just an ordinary forest known for its beauty. Demons would often visit that place as it's rich in food and not to mention staying there for a few hours can replenish one's spiritual energy faster than sleeping for a whole day. Apparently it was a haven for demons. That was supposed to be it. However, not everything can go peacefully. Soon afterward Demons realize that the reason their energy replenishes faster in the lost forest is because of the existence of the hell sprites. Demons started capturing them whenever they had the chance and started conducting various researches and experiments they could. Upon doing so t

After that day, Demon worked on learning as much as he could about reading, writing, math, adulting, and the world he now found himself living in. Smiling as he and Leo walked to the lake and waterfall, he thought when Hades called him home to kill him for disobeying, he would die happy. He got to live in the light. The only light most demons experience is the light they steal from others. Demon continued to smile as he and Leo were baiting their fishing rods. Leo was chattering the entire time, "Oh, Demon, guess what? Mama and Gammy finally found that spell they were telling you about. The one that will keep everybody clean because it will stop that stuff from oozing off you." He was jumpin

A moment later he returned, turning corporal once more and carrying her bags. "How did you do that?" He raised a brow, as if it were obvious. "I'm a spectral demon." "That is so cool. So you're like a ghost or something?" "Most humans who think they've seen a ghost are actually witnessing a spectral demon." Her curiosity racing she asked jokingly, "Can you go all Jedi and move things with your mind?" He cocked his head, as if he were about to give a lecture to a group of children. "Yes, when I go fully demonic I have telekinetic abilities. And I can't be harmed or killed. It makes my kind invaluable, especially on the battlefield."

In fact, the sword’s aura alone was enough to make the demonic spider start inching backward in fear…! The sword was one of the Zeman family’s ancient magic artifacts, and it went by the name of Demondie. Forged using extremely masculine and righteous auras from heaven and earth, it was no wonder why the spider was so vigilant toward it. Not wanting to waste any more time, the enraged Walter leaped forward, swinging his sword toward the spider while roaring, “Die!” Now in a state of panic, the screeching spider immediately raised its pincers to block the attack. To its horror, the Demondie Sword simply sliced its pincers off!

"Durakan demon, known for thriving through fear and pain. Reimbursing spell, demilatorum spell, silvulum protection spell. Ahh. So many options." I turned the next page and the next until I found the right spell for the right demon. "Huh, gotcha. This will do temporarily," I said exhaling the fumes out of my lungs, enjoying the moment of accomplishment. I turned off the cigar and strolled back into the hall where Lylah was, talking to one of the wolves. "Mind I interrupt? It's urgent," I said looking at the other old lady. She observed me for a second, then nodded, forming a friendly smile. I pulled Lylah to walk with me back outside.

It sounded like a child impatient to be fed and wanted to consume the Spiritual Demon Pill. “Senior, what kind of medicine is that?” Waltz asked. “A Spiritual Demon Pill refined from a Hell Fish’s demon core. Could it be that it smells its mother’s breath on it?” As he said that, Alex threw the pill into the Hell Fish’s mouth. Then… It stopped moving. “Is it dead?” “Uh… Did it die from being full?” “A fourth-grade pill seems… A bit strong, and ordinary fishes wouldn’t be able to withstand it.” “It’s not dead. Look, its fins are still moving.”

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

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.”

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy