Demonic Beast Novels & Stories

“Something’s coming. Something worse.” A low rumble shook the ground, and the air grew heavy with the scent of sulfur. From the shadows emerged a massive figure, its form wreathed in flames. It was a creature straight out of a nightmare—a demon, its horns curling like blackened tree roots and its eyes glowing with hellfire. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Fatima said, staring up at the beast. The demon roared, its voice shaking the ground. “You dare trespass in my domain?”

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.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

I had no idea why I was even pursuing my hunger and not waiting til morning. I could still hear the small croaks in my head sobbing away. That couldn't of been Bahm.... The Demon-Wolf King that murdered his children, doesn't cry! The beast that forced me to drink wolfsbane, would never cry! The being that convinced me he was my mate and wanted to be with me, yet broke me into very tiny pieces of shattered glass, would never shed a tear for a Dark Witch like me. Maybe reality has hit him, or maybe his bride wouldn't bed him anymore....

The memory returns slowly; Zephyr mentioning this to me and me telling him to come to me the next day, but Kai had left for Brooklyn, and I had to hold the fort. “Sulphur? Like the scent on that beast Caterina summoned?” Dimitri suddenly says. This is when Caterina steps forward. “What?” she asks incredulously, looking at Dimitri then me. “Now that you mention it,” I say, the frown on my face disappearing as I remember that massive dog-like beast we fought in the vampire’s lair. “Fuck, could that beast have been demonic? Like a Hellhound? Do they even fucking exist?!”

My blurry vision of a man shows a bright blue pair of eyes that calms like the sea. That man inches closer and bit my neck, I gasped for the last moment as I breathed the air. I lost all my senses. - The old tales said that the demon who came from the underworld choses the land as his domain, and monsters and creatures attacked the humans. It was then the hero with the help of the temple fought the evil creatures for peace. The Demon King fought hand in hand with the hero, with him having defeated and formed a contract instead and sealed his power for the peace of both creatures and living, thus the evil forces did not flee and stayed hidden deep in the forest. The hero and the temple founde

Date: 12 Nov 2002 The clash of war between the beast and the Demons was not easy as there was a huge fight. The Demons attacked fiercely and the beast did not spare them at all, killing them one after the other. One attacked, throwing a digger straight at him. He caught it and threw it back. The demon did not see that coming so it caught him and he fell down dead to the floor.

Long ago, centuries before even the Civil war in Hara existed a beast. This beast was born from an ancient deity who had long passed and an extremely powerful demon. It scoured the lands and massacred many and those Werewolves and Sacred creatures dared to attack it would send them into a trance called Hunt. In this trance he had the upper hand as his victims would be literally in his home ground. The beast though was slain by an angry mysterious hunter whose most beloved apprentice The beast had killed. The mysterious hunter till this day its head hung as a collectable artifact for the Church of Earth Mother.

Ooh, his beautiful name. I can sense the angels beckoning at me with empathy from heaven. I can also hear the demons making a mockery of my predicaments. The hell has broken loose, and I can heed the boisterous howls of death calling for me. This, indeed, is the death of me. Again, why is he doing this? And Mr. handsome overloaded, the God of beauty himself, what is it with him?