Demon Worm Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celestial Blade, and went up to my room. I locked the door and drew a Pentacle, then proceeded to perform a demon-raising ceremony. It was so powerful, summoning a Greater Demon, that it split our house in two and reduced it to rubble. "Suprisingly enough, I survived. And there Aosoth sat,

I held him in my arms warmly and placed another kiss on his temple. It turned out to me that Xavier was a hybrid of a werewolf and a demon in his previous life. Compared to low-level monsters like vampires, demons are more powerful. They are also advanced species and are extremely rare in number. Each one of them is very powerful and they do not die easily.

The trio spread out, each taking a defensive stance, ready to face the horrors that awaited them. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet, and a swirling vortex of darkness materialized before them. From its depths emerged the first demon, a towering beast with jagged horns and eyes that burned with an unholy fire. Its skin, as black as the abyss, seemed to ripple with raw power. With a roar that sent shivers down their spines, the demon lunged at Marcus, its claws slashing through the air. Marcus, with his werewolf agility, evaded the attack and retaliated with a swift, powerful strike.

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

The smoke, if compressed, was enough to fill a jar the size of the boy’s head. The light fizzled out abruptly and the smoke in the circle burst out on all sides in a ring. At its revealed core sat a lesser demon. The thing reminded Kilvic of a large spider. With four legs on both sides, it scratched the ground in confusion, its carapace covered thorax wiggling with each move. Its head was no more than a large blob attached to its torso with eight beady eyes that moved individually scattered upon it. Together, its head and thorax were easily the size of a grown boy’s forearm. And attached to them at its end was a large greenish abdomen with a stinger the size of a thumb. It was a visual cross

My heart dropped. “You see,” the demon continued, “treasures always demand a price.” Her voice drifted like smoke. “If you want the truth, go to the Stormspire Mountain. Every answer you seek waits there.” The doors burst open as the werewolf elders stormed in. Outside, strange, soft-bodied creatures were fighting the police—boneless, writhing, crawling across the garden like massive larvae. I stared at them in horror. The worms. “Oh,” Thalmyr giggled. “You’ve found my little gift. Do you like it?”

~Clifton~ The demon Apolyon told me about turned out to be a mighty worm that adapts to any color of the space he is in. More like a chameleon that blends into any object it finds itself on. The worm was quite big and had an internal pouch that he stuffs with things, including me. The worm's pouch could pass out as a comfortable bed because of its soft texture. It brought me into the room Xyana was being held in. And when I saw my mate, her heart broke a thousand times.

“Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!” The demon growled deeper, baring his fangs, but I squeezed my arm, making it clear that he was about to get a sock in the jaw instead of fresh bodies, and he finally submitted. “I swear on the blood and power of my kin that this night, I shall not harm the one who has summoned me.” “And?” “And I shall not harm anyone except for those he orders me to.” “Until...” “Until I leave this world!” The demon was furious; red sparks appeared on his wolf fur, his skull gleaming with reflected moonlight. Had I forgotten that part of the oath, he would have found a way to use it against me. Demons are masters when it comes to such things.

Once again congratulations on becoming a demon. Ban: Ahhh. I totally forgot about that. Demons are long lasting creatures and not to mention the fact that I might really have to take- take over the Avere- -- ( Ehhh???... why am I feeling so dizzy all of a sudden??.. I can't keep my eyes open. My hearing is bad too. What is happening?) ''BAN? BAN? BANNNnnnnn.......''

Esmer shook her head, “I couldn’t ever know what it is! A demonic creature with an aura of his own. Ho- How is it even possible?!” The difference between demons and witches is that demons' life force is death-like dark while witches are brimming with light. Demons crave to achieve their aura and absorb it into their bodies. They go stronger as much as they absorb it but it is also their only weakness. If they consume too much of it their bodies will burst. One example of it was his tentacle in the hut. But... what if this creature who is both death and has a life of his own, is born?