Demonic Artists Novels & Stories

The bar looks spotless, and the alcohol bottles are lined up with military precision in glass cabinets hanging above the counter. This place is clean for a biker bar. Only the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and cigars gives it away. I turn around and spot the massive logo of the MC painted on the wall: a black, realistic-looking skull grinning on a red background. Behind the skull are huge black angel wings, and a blunt hangs out of the creepy grin. Above it reads "Highway Demons," and below: "MC" and "Nevada."

She always made sure to check on the people she cared about, ensuring that no demonic, unclean, or foul spirits were lingering around them. “This demonic spirit hid itself well,” she said grimly. “Maybe it only revealed itself now because it felt threatened when Riela started opening her heart to Lord Arturo.” Her expression darkened further. “Demonic spirits are destructive by nature. They don’t want their prey to heal or move on from the very wounds that gave them an opening in the first place, like trauma and fear. Lord Arturo became a threat to that, so the spirit manipulated Riela into pushing him away and worse…”

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

The horrid sight and odor have my gut retching to the pit. That’s it! I have had enough of this shit! Damon is a demonic incarnate of whoever the devil in hell might be. My tail of courage tucked between my legs in cowardice, creeps slithering down my spine and the large part of my brain screaming at me to get the hell out of here before someone might catch me sneaking in this place. However, as I was about to abandon this petrifying quest, the sound of metal clacking caught my attention. Snapping my neck to the source, my heart sank to my feet with what I saw.

He is trying to backstab his brother who loved him like his son. And Kiora? Fuck, she is here. That bitch used ‘Demonic Arrow’ and turned Cal against Zac. Demonic Arrow is one of the most dangerous spells which is used to hypnotize people and turn them into your puppets. The people lose their identity and become slaves of the masters, the person who had cast that malefic spell on them. They could do anything even murder as their sanity is at the helm of their master who then makes them dance to his tunes.

But Jay remained silent, his gaze fixed on the silhouette of the fortress. Kad did not push further. He felt like a hypocrite, urging his friend to battle demons he himself had long surrendered to. Jay sighed, nodding reluctantly. But in reality, he's long tired of fighting it, Artemis's blood was needed to seal off the demons back then, even though he knows what the precautions were he still went ahead to sacrifice her, hoping to join her soon but who would have thought that he will be going feral instead.

Alvin stammered in disbelief as sweat beaded on his forehead. "Fuck! They're The Demonic Trio…" Cassandra and Jason muttered fearfully. The Demonic Trio were notorious for their crimes and were the most feared criminals in the northwest region. These three brothers had murdered hundreds of people and were the epitome of a criminal! They were so terrifying that they could scare off stray dogs with just a glare and Cassandra, Jason, and Alvin were also shocked into silence at this revelation. "It's doomed. The Demonic Trio are the worst of the worst criminals," Cassandra mumbled worriedly.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

The crimson liquid pooled effortlessly, dark and shimmering in the dim light, completing the ritual's first step. It was then that I noticed Dominic's reaction, subtle at first—a twitch in his jaw, a faint clench in his fists—but unmistakable. Blood. He hadn’t tasted a single drop since we traveled back through time, and now it was affecting him. His skin, once smooth and unblemished, seemed almost translucent, a rawness creeping across his features. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, making them appear hollow, while his veins bulged horrifically beneath his skin, writhing like some caged beast desperate for release.