Demonic Artists Novels & Stories

When she had greeted him this morning, he had simply replied her quickly and walked away making her heart sink to the deepest pit of her stomach. Damien would steal glances at Kira and the moment he noticed that she was about to look his way, he'd looked away not wanting to be caught. He was battling with what he felt and refused to believe he did all of that in his own accord. He desperately wanted to believe Damon did all of that and not him. "Are you ready to speak now?" Draco asked and after finally giving up on being resistant, the creature nodded his head weakly. "Good. Now, let's begin with your name and what you bastards are really called. I'm curious buddy, what exactly are you peop

I murmur, my eyes draw to a particular spectacular panoply of paintings on the wall. Stace follows my gaze. “This is a little different. We are creatures of Demonic origin. Although most people are merely mortals, us, with our abilities, are special. Magic isn’t passed down through bloodlines, but created by the dormant Demonic gene in all of us. If it happens to mutate, we could be blessed, or cursed with powers.” The paintings before he show a range of people, covering most of the wall. Each person looks somewhat different to the other, but each stand in a regal position, staring blankly ahead. One of them is Stace, the look on his face making me shiver.

"Tell me what's wrong, Rhema" I murmured some gibberish to myself. "This is the problem. You won't talk to me and then you click the self destruct". She's trying to catch up with me on the curb. "Abroko wrote again and it's all about you. They are calling you an addict, you're addicted to the Origin. They are calling the reason she was murdered Origin". "They can call me whatever they want".

Gabriel the Faithful screamed his lungs out as he commanded his legion. Maleficent answered him by willing the slithering shadows around her. ‘Make Angelo the Faithful suffer. Make sure that he will not be able to stand for a long time. Let him repay for what they did to Damon.’ Maleficent’s command echoed inside her mind as she felt the familiar warmth spreading in her body as she used her demonic arts. She opened her dominion for a fraction of a minute to draw the darkness of the three worlds into the arena. As an answer for her command, two more enormous shadow centipedes rose with a hissing growl from the shaking ground. They surrounded the nearly unconscious Angelo the Faithful, burying

) Josephine: Okay students now that you have all settled down let us start. I have placed you in groups because we will be learning demonic arts based on your colors. Even though your colors may vary . Demonic arts follow one fundamental rule. INCANTATIONS. To cast an incantation you must have the minimum required spiritual strength . In other words you must at least be able to crack a low orb. Then the specific spell depending on your colors and spiritual control to cast your spell. Some spells cannot be cast by certain demons because of the difference in your colors. That is the basis of the demonic arts.

I asked Artemis and raised my brows at her. “Of course, I came here to discuss something important. And I didn’t miss you that much,” Artemis replied with a roll of her eyes. I didn’t rise to her taunting and waited for her to speak. “My trackers had found high demonic activity in an area. They reported that they had found a demon lair. I came here to tell you about it. Samhain is approaching and we have to destroy the demon lairs before that. We have to capture some of them and find out more about Samael’s plans from them. We have to attack them in their lair where they would least expect it,” Artemis said with a serious look.

He raised his hands, and the murmur died. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! Tonight we have rarities that have no price in the mortal market. Artifacts, enchantments and… of course, the main piece.” The tension in the air thickened. Dmitry felt the beast in his chest growl. He rested his elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the stage. Irina leaned toward him. “According to my sources, the supplier of the demonic blood is European. Discreet. A new name.” “I want the name by the end of the night,” Dmitry growled in response. “And if possible, the address.”

Although they don't look like ordinary people with different hair colors, eyes, and species, except for Camila, I'm not afraid of them. I'm having a good time chatting with them, and I learned much about who they are. Saye, Arlo, and Jippis are demons. I thought demons were scary and ugly looking, red with horns, and had a snake-like tongue, always red and surrounded by fire to represent hell that wants to eat your soul. You always see them on Halloween posters or costumes; Saye, Arlo, and Jippis don't look like that. They don't look scary at all. I feel like they came out of a comic book, like a superhero.

Quite a few young demonic beasts were being sold publicly in iron cages. Once these cubs grew up, they could become great fighters and strong support for martial artists. The purer their bloodlines were, the higher the price of the young demons would be. They were in such high demand that once they appeared, buyers would race to get them. Ding Hao indulged himself in the bustle, which he had not experienced before. Evil Moon, the Fat Cat, clearly enjoyed the scene very much. He lay on Ding Hao's shoulder and squinted his eyes, snoring comfortably.