Novel & Cerita Demon Spice

"Jacob! Jacob! Help me!" His cry seemed to go unheard because the smoke that surrounded him only grew thicker and he was surprised when a red creature, with two horns, and a long tail appeared in front of him. A demon. "What are you doing here? Why are you here?" Linus asked fearfully. "I'm going to give you an offer." The demon laughed hysterically and showed an event just like Lord Rasmus was doing. "You killed a lot of people... and in exchange for those souls, I will give you power. You will be able to do everything. I will make you my disciple and you will not have to think about what else to do. I will let you, unlike Lord Rasmus who stops you from everything you want and punishes you.

There's a wide room with a matching window that has the scene of the ocean beyond a small meadow and a small group of trees to the right. There are two chairs and one round high coffee table between. Two people sit, one you know, one you don't. At least not from this story. "So," says Cayce, "I'll introduce myself first. But since this is the end of my book then you probably know about me enough. Cayce Vance, eighteen. Married around now, ready for some action, and half-demon and half-angel hybrid."

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

The bar looks spotless, and the alcohol bottles are lined up with military precision in glass cabinets hanging above the counter. This place is clean for a biker bar. Only the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and cigars gives it away. I turn around and spot the massive logo of the MC painted on the wall: a black, realistic-looking skull grinning on a red background. Behind the skull are huge black angel wings, and a blunt hangs out of the creepy grin. Above it reads "Highway Demons," and below: "MC" and "Nevada."

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

Just like that—straight as if drawn with a ruler. And now... She placed the candles in the corners, lit them, focused, and said the words. A summoning didn’t require much. A demon would be glad to get a chance to go through. Innis never realized the moment that everything went wrong. The spell started to draw too much power, the flames of the candles burst out, growing elbow-long, and pain flashed in her chest. Hold on, girl! You will make it!

Third Person's POV Demonise didn’t expect the turn of events. Everything was under control when she started chanting the spell, but she underestimated the powers of the other five spirits; they were fighting her to save the little boy. She’s enraged but continues chanting a spell as a counterattack to the other spirits. Her pride is too strong to be defeated without a fight because she believes she is much stronger than the others.

But the most alarming part was the spells covering his body in blood. It was now clear to Aero what the underlying stench was, the smell of a demon, fresh from hell. These aren't just any spells; they are spells to summon a demon. Aero's head quickly turns to look at the dead Omega again, and it clicks. The demon of lust and immortality. Whoever was in here used the spell, and this Omega was its offering. That means every dead body in here was a virgin, offered up to the demon of lust and immortality.

“All right enough. He’ll be fine once I get Lydia back. Dad, is there anything you can tell me about Sparkles and her demon? Where they are? How to take them on?” My father eyed me, his expression very grave. He looked down at the boy perched on his lap. He met my eyes again, and for the first time, he closed the book. “Sparkles has aligned herself with a very powerful demon. It’s higher in rank than those you usually come in contact with. More stealthy, more seductive.” “More seductive? Have you seen that monster with its demonicy tendrils sliding their way up Sparkle’s nose? What can possibly be seductive about that freak?”

Spitfire shot back, ducking down and using the railing to brace himself as he kicked at a demon that managed to get past the tangle Guru had created. "How am I oblivious? I am well aware you somehow have a problem with some designer drug that makes you go berserk if you don't have it. But I shouldn't have initiated sex like some entitled tom while you were recovering." Guru was trying to keep a demon from biting into the tender flesh under his ruff as another about his size made the equivalent of a bring it on gesture with six hands. "And it wasn't my intention to put you in that position." "What?!" Spitfire felt energy rising through his body as his no-fur magic came to life. "You think I'm