Demonic Comic Novels & Stories

Adom orders the children to go and they flee from them like scattering butterflies. "I know why you are here," the elderly looking Demon informs the younger looking one as he stands. The only way the other demon could be so elderly could be due to use of dark magic or arrogant spells gone wrong. It doesn't matter how or why the man looks the way he does. It won't stop Adom.

he said to Damien. Lucifer, the devil? Damien said that he was a level two demon, meaning he was the child of one of the direct descendants of Lucifer, “Your uncle is the devil,” I hadn’t actually put two and two together just yet, and the words came out softly, almost as if I was speaking to myself. The devil knew about me, and he wanted to meet me!

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

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.

Something inside of him whispered to him everyday that he was a demon. “I believe I am demon.” “Demons don’t believe they are demons, they know they are demons. It’s inside of you and it reminds you everyday of what you are.” This man just described what Lucian felt everyday. It meant only one thing, Lucian was indeed a demon. Then what about him being a witch? “These things that you killed…” Lucian began. “Yes, these hideous things were also demon. Different kind of demons.” He explained. Different kind? “And by the way, burning doesn’t work on demons, we are creatures of fire, and when you kill them you need to stab their spine. That’s the only way they die.”

“I’m not sure. But I’ve always been good at winging it, and I haven’t died yet. That’s my plan, you know. Don’t die.” Evander lets out a sigh that mirrors Lucas’s expression. “Fine. Let’s do this.” * “We’re hunters.” Ricky shakes his head. “We don’t hide from demons. We hunt them.” “You don’t hunt demons like this,” I press. “Regular lower-level demons typically don’t have powers. These demons do.” I motion to Lucas. “It took both of us to take down a few scrappers. Those are usually a one-and-done kind of take downs.” “Lower-level?” Tom questions, brows pinching together.

Valerie replied. "What about the whole hanging out with Dracaryx? After all he did to you, I thought he would be the last person you would hang out with" Dante remarked. "he is not that bad okay besides I told you he is like my vampire father, I hang out with him so he can teach me stuff about the whole vampire thingy" Valerie told him. "So the fact that you are sleeping with him means you are committing some kind of vampire incest thing right?" Dante asked.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

Give him the noose to hang himself… Big Red looked at her smugly as his man handed him his drink. He took a sip then smiled at her. She didn’t like the look of that smile, it was devious and vile. It gave her the creeps…and she knew creeps, there were plenty of them in the Demon Realm. He would make a good demon… “Scott owes me a lot of money.” He said causing Kat to scowl. Fucker! So his gambling debts are now involving me it seems, this is off contract.