Demoness Novels & Stories

Like she knows what's happening inside me. "The demon is near. He's... He sneaks up on me. Do you see him?" "He's not a demon," she remarks carefully. "Zach, his name is Nemesis. And all I see is you." "But he's here. He can seize control of me any minute." "I know."

And I gotta admit it hurt a bit. “Listen, Dante, it’s for your own good,” she told me. “How?” I responded back quickly. “Your dying Dante, and it’s all because of me.” I gave her a questioning look. “How?” “I’m a demoness, Dante-” “I know that already Mila; that doesn’t stop how I feel for you.” I told her as I walked towards her, I grabbed her hand, and she snatched it back from me.” “No, it’s more than that, I’m a Demoness, and I feed off the energy of men that I have sex with. But with you, it’s different.”

Cassian moved closer and he only stopped when I took another step back. "Demon power is hierarchy oriented," he said slowly. Like he was working through it as he spoke. "The demons we summoned were ancient. Powerful. But maybe..." He trailed off. Looked at me with something like wonder in his eyes. "Could it be that you're stronger than Mnemosyne?" "Who?" "The demon of memory. She's the one who rewrote everyone's minds." He shook his head. "But if you're stronger than her, if your power is greater, then her magic wouldn't work on you."

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."

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror. The demon's presence surged within him, stirring the dormant power that lay within his veins. Its malevolent whispers filled his mind, taunting him, tempting him to embrace the darkness. Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose.

It would also make some sense of why she could so easily slip into many different version of herself, honoring them and calling on the will to embody each sliver of herself. Her defiant answer was just the thing to kick in Blood’s lust for her energy, to taste the essence of what kept her body animated until there was nothing left. This moment made him understand why demons and succubi were often mistook for each other. Having the opportunity to ignore her needs and drink her soul dry of its life force showed him what separated them. As a demon, he wasn’t a slave to his thirst for it though, it was his choice to drink a little or all of her or none at all, unlike a succubus. For that gift, h

My eyes flashed down and then back up so quickly that I didn't even get a good enough look to see if he was affected by what we were watching, or if that was just how the fabric of his pants naturally bunched from the position he was in. My second glance was longer, a lot longer. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Did demons even have the same reproductive parts as humans? They had to have something based on the circle he ruled over, right? Or perhaps that was why it was Hell, to begin with. Were the humans and demons locked in a realm of eternal arousal with no outlet for relief? The theory was so close to the past week with Demetri that it might actually be true. "Little Witch," his ra

I asked. “I can’t tell you. If I were to tell anyone her real name though, it would be you.” Moran stated. “Go ahead.” I nodded. “Patrick Devere and Solar Flare can never find out the Vasilia’s demon name is Persephone. If that happens, then it’ll be easier for the Vasili to mate with her. Tell no one else.” He whispered. “Got it. I’ll send in Rao.” I said as I left. That wasn’t her name. I knew it was one of the names that would never be given to a Vasilia, just like Hades would never be given to a Vasili. Neither one would accept a demon as their avatar. They were the god and goddess of the desire demons.