Demon Vine Novels & Stories

He quickly ducked to the side while simultaneously summoning his demon subduing whip. He curled it tightly around the demon making it scream in pain. Reagan ran around him and gathered the most mature and potent petals, while mixing it with some young and average ones. He quickly stored it away. Just then the demon roared, finally untangling itself from the whip. Reagan chuckled and raced towards the exit, invoking his whip back. The demon wanted to go after him but immediately stopped once he crossed over to the outer peripherals. However, before Reagan could reach the dark shore, his divine armored boot completely dissipated, exposing his barefoot to the corrosive volcano.

He waited until the monster was just a meter away from him before he mumbled, “Vine snare!” Vines started to grow again but this time, they quickly wrapped around the 3-meter tall monster. The fastest vine coiled itself on the monster’s neck, slowly tightened to choke its prey. Dio waited until the monster was covered with vine before adding another spell. “Poison thorns.”

Ignatius released a fire tide, cutting through the vines, but there were more. Like a sea of veins. They twisted, hissed, developed mouths. "You cannot halt the bloom," one of them breathed. "She is our womb." Krishna's eyes blazed silver-blue. She lifted her hands, and the air around her shattered. The horror vines shrieked as moonlight magic of the ancient sort burst forth. A shockwave seemed to cleave from her very body, sending the creatures flying off the dome for an unbreathing instant of tranquility.

He felt it odd and wondered whether those people were heading to the dungeon just like he did. Soon it was almost noon and they ran into a clearing again. There was a lush forest beside the ground, which was different from any other forest they had ever seen. In other places, big trees clouded the sky; however, the trees here were all thin and short, with lots of vines hanging on them. Dong Sihai said, "Boss, this is the place I've mentioned. Check out these vines. They are Cannibal Vine. You may see them staying still at this moment like any other ordinary vines, but once someone entered its scope of attack, it would turn fierce immediately."

Vanessa is the demoness with the poisonous snake on her head, sort of like Medusa, and even though she cuts off her arm, it doesn't take long for her body, which Evelyn finds extraordinarily sexy and powerful, to be as good as new. Having company should have been a good thing; after all, Evelyn was full of doubts and curiosity about demons and the Old Realm, and there were some things she couldn't ask Baymont directly or indirectly, Evelyn could only plan to get words out of the demoness who hadn't moved an inch.

Not once, but twice. Kavan licked his fangs, "Mortal, did you just hit me?" Flushing, Fyn took a tentative step back. Then, as if adding insult to injury, he felt a vine wrap around his waist. Frowning, he tried pulling it off, only to find himself flushed against the demon's chest after the vine roughly pushed him towards the raging Kavan. And, as if things weren't already bad, it took a turn for the worse. He felt a small crown of white baby's breath flowers drop gracefully on top of his head.

"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.

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

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

Yes, Asmodeus' body can also emit flames with a shape change like this. The flesh-eating plants with the Latin name Dionaea burned their bodies little by little. Their color turned black. Scorched. Then Drosera began to wrap around Asmodeus's legs, then spread like a snake that was locking its prey so that it could not run. The coil tightened and made Asmodeus suffocate a little. Then Drosera began to spread poison from every red-brown feather on the Demon King's body.