Demon Stars Novels & Stories

Evelyn has seen mages, elves, dragons, giants, and goblins in this other world, but not demons. Demons are a collective term for all the foul and unclean demons of the Abyss that grow in the Old Realm, cut off from all time and space, and are the offspring of the Old Gods. Thousands of years ago, the Old Gods were overthrown by the New Gods and banished to the Old Realm, and it is the New God system that the off-world continent Evelyn is on believes in.

"If he refuses to touch us, then let him burn with jealousy." A demon is now standing before the twins. A lowly demon with long, thick horns on top of his head. They will only use him to get rid of their loneliness, and the demon is already sporting a large tent. They had no idea who he was nor did they care. It wasn't important.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Chicago and Phuture stood aside in awe, the horrific sight of gore sickening to see as more demons were decapitated. Blood stained Terrance's navy-blue uniform from his collar down to his socks and shoes, but hundreds of demons continued lunging for him despite losing to one man. His spiritual pressure alone was enough to pin down most demons for an easy kill, but the stronger ones were able to attempt a punch before decapitation. Richland, East Greenland was on the verge of being invaded by The Demon Corps and Itaska. They were currently affective in several parts of East Greenland, affectively taking up ground and killing supernatural monsters with no struggle for a while.

The determination in her eyes was met with an unreadable expression from the god, his face a mask of stoic serenity. They broke through the clouds, and Esteria's breath caught in her throat once more. Below them spread a city unlike any she had ever seen. The Demon City, nestled in a vast, verdant valley, was a marvel of architecture and nature intertwined. Towers and spires of obsidian and dark stone rose gracefully, their surfaces glistening like polished onyx. Rivers of molten lava flowed through the city like veins of fire, casting a warm, ethereal glow.

I tried to lighten my mood with a joke. “Yeah, something like that.” Hana chuckled. “So Isak is an angel, and Harris and some of the guys at DKE are nephilim. Aidan is a demon, an incubus demon, to be exact. There are three kinds of demons...” Hana started to explain. “Wait. Incubus? Like the masculine succubus? McFingers is a sex demon?” I asked.

He lets out a guttural roar, his claws scraping against the tabletop as he slams his fists down. The other demons fall silent, their attention focused on the spectacle unfolding before them. Hazel's heart races as she watches the scene unfold, her mind reeling with the realization that she has been thrust into a world where violence and chaos reign supreme. Damon's gaze never leaves Hazel's face as the demon's outburst echoes through the hall. With a wave of his hand, the creature falls silent, its eyes still blazing with a feral intensity. "All hail Lord Xorax, my most trusted general," Damon announces, his voice booming through the chamber. "He has brought word of a potential threat to our

He called to me, his smile unwavering, “Say it.” The room went frigid as I said, almost whispering, “You are a demon.” His eyes blazed a bright yellow, and a smile spread across his face. It couldn’t be possible, it couldn’t be—a demon in this realm. However, this demon wasn’t your typical one; whereas regular demons had black eyes, his eyes were yellow. I cringed at the thought of that term, “Memphis,” and it suddenly clicked in my mind like atoms exploding together.He could tell I knew exactly who he was, so he urged me, “Go on.” “You are the devil’s spawn, Memphis Morningstar. Archdemon. “The prince of hell and the king of the cross-road demons,” I remark, observing his smile widen. Godda

Fujin asks. “The killer here is named Damian Morningstar, though he may have the powers of a demon, only an Angel can harm a spirit! Find him and bring him to me!” “What is your price?” Hanzo asks. “Your freedom from the Netherrealm and the torture of the first Demon Angel hybrid.” All four of them seem to come to an agreement as they nod their heads at each other. “We will bring you the Demon Angel named Damian Morningstar as promised, Lord Raiden.” They bow their heads. Good. The prophecy must never happen!

His long tongue licked up the side of my neck and cheek. "You know us demons enjoy much more than mere humans, Mortas. I can pleasure you in ways you're not familiar with," he cooed and I rolled my eyes. Did no one know that Dane and Samson had been demons and one my lover. I chuckled and said,"I highly doubt that." His hand cupped my still soft member and I scowled at him.