Demon Witch Novels & Stories

He was flipping through the rolodex calmly. “I am not going to play games with you demon, speak!” Cash snarled at him. “You’re no fun, sadly. Alright. You are a part of my missing demon issue because it was one of your own that summoned it from one of the dirtiest of my pits. That’s Hell speak, not my literal pits. And of course, they had help, and that’s where Ayda’s lovely friend Reggie comes into play. So, let's do the connection! A werewolf was possessed by a demon, who belongs to me, who got help escaping Oblivion from a werewolf that belongs to you, which a witch, ha, helped make it all happen, which is, Ayda’s witch, and it’s Ayda whose life, or very being, is most at stake. Of course

Sitri could enter here anytime he wanted and enslave me with one touch, one word. “Your problem is that you rely on white witches. They cannot exorcise demons. There is no power required for this. You need a black witch or demon to perform the rite. There's got to be a blood sacrifice, and white witches refuse to sign up for this shit.” He looked at his watch. Maggie should be at work by now. I'll go home and get some sleep. See you tonight. Dave left, leaving me to wonder if there was a truly safe place anywhere. Later, as I wiped down the bar, I thought about demons and witches and wolves... oh my god. There was a loud flapping of wings overhead.

Helia's voice was tight, wobbly drawing again her broom with her both hands– this time to smack the creature that had been making pesky vermin. “Vermin they are not– pesky humans are!” cried the demon, its voice raspy and wheezy– the goat-head demon's onyx gimlet eyes gleamed. The demon stood on its ebony hooves, legs squatting sideways and outwards, clutching a crow between its hands– a nefarious and a dark red-tinged unshorn demon, the dawning hallow daylight had borne its evilness even more. “Crows and snakes are vermin!” cried the witch to the vile demon stooping two feet taller than her. The demon freed the crow from its grasp and it flew past over Helia's head and joined the flock flyi

“Then you’re coming back to Chicago with me tonight. You could be next, Callie. It appeared in your town, only a few miles from your house.” “Let the asshole come after me. I told you, I’m not running.” I’m working hard to stay calm, and to anyone else, I’d probably be pulling it off without a hitch. But Lucas can hear my heart beating, and he knows how precarious of a situation this is. I’m not stupid. This is no lower-level demon. This demon crawled right out of the pit of Hell. It’s strong. Smart. Cunning. It came here for a reason, and that reason is to kill witches with exactly two similar qualities, and I happen to have both of them.

Either way, I wasn't going to let him think these flames were anything but deliberate. I fixed him with a steely gaze, "I haven't summoned you to break our contract, Prince. I am plenty powerful enough to be satisfied." The demon crept forward a little, intrigued. "So upon what business do you summon me then, Little Witch?" He asked with raised eyebrows. "A warlock might summon a demon to act as a body guard, a King might summon a demon to lead the charge of his armies. What does a woman summon a demon for? For magic. And if she calls on him again it is only ever to beg to give that magic back." He drew closer still. "What do you want, Little Witch?"

"You need to stop his fire in the first place; otherwise, if you do not, he can kill others." "Leave him to me—I will handle him!" I folded my sleeves and looked at Jacob—he was not concerned for me but confident about my skills. The Demon was almost 10 feet tall, and the tail was very dark and wide. The scales have a dark, shiny substance; maybe that's the poison on his skin. He nodded his head, and I blinked my eyes twice while stepping in front of the witches. The witches sighed while breaking the protection shield, of course—I am here in front of everyone to protect them.

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

Azareel walked slowly toward the White Tiger, his body began to stiffen because the white furred beast was so big than he expected. Aza stood at the distance he had calculated, the man began to draw his bow and aimed it at the White Tiger. Likewise Nelson, who was ready from his hiding place. "Attack!" exclaimed Aza then three arrows of clear blue water shot right at the Tiger, but it is very unfortunate that the White Tiger has entered level two intermediate. Basically the beasts in Hidden World are categorized as demon beasts and Warcraft. The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some begin

“Time to play witch.” Megan pulled herself off the ground. “You want to play? No problem, let’s play.” The demon made its home in some simple looking women who looked like she should be baking cookies for the local school bake sale. She was absurdly dressed in a sweater set and matching slacks. She even wore pearls to complete the power outfit. “God, you have got to be kidding me. Guess you couldn’t find anyone else to jump into. So, you picked some homemaker that should be dropping her kid off for soccer practice. Smooth move dumbass.”

I spat, turning left towards the witches' room. I opened their door abruptly, causing it to hit the wall behind it. Lylah and Nelly were alarmed by our behaviour, but there was not much time to explain. "Demon, behind us, help," I yelled out, getting further into the room. The witches stood up from their sofa whilst I rested Nia on a bed, making sure she would not be attacked again. The demon followed us into the room, and as it tried to reach Nia, the witches started to chant intensely as they raised their arms towards it. The shadow of the beast seemed to have stopped halfway through the doorway like it was scared of something. At that moment, I remembered Mei explaining that demons hate r