Demonic Cultivation Novels & Stories

He smiled at her and stepped closer to her, pulling her head to him he held it against his stomach, stroking her hair. “Breathe, baby girl.” The ring of salt blazed suddenly with blue fire and the floor within the pentagram sigil seemed to fall and crumble away leaving a gaping hole to the fiery pits of the Demon Realm, a staircase leading down, leaving a narrow two foot ledge within the blue fire ring of protection. A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle.

He killed his father and went to live with the druids in the alps. Through thousands of years of life, he still hadn’t let go of his resentment for how he was treated as a child, which sometimes led him to express his anger in violent creative ways. This as well is all the more problematic because Sleamann was about the strongest creatures around. Unlike others, he was not just a wolf, warrior, war-lord or whatever. He was a vampire and a vampire-werewolf hybrid, which made him the first damphyr. As a result, he could take on whole packs of normal vampires or werewolves with terrifying ease, while normal people barely registered as more than food to him. He was a thinker and he thought about

She said and I stared at her confused "I don't understand? So??? "I asked and ava scoff "A drop of ur blood is dangerous Carmella, it can lead to the beginning of the ritual! "Justina said making me frown "What ritual? "I asked looking like a dummy "The ritual of the huntress, for the demons to rule the earth, they have to sacrifice the blood of a true angel and the blood of a true huntress! "A deep voice replied and I turned to stare at Asher "A True Blood of a angel and huntress? "I muttered confused when it suddenly hit me

Botanical sciences was the least prestigious of all four, the track where students who failed everything else, and the track where students who have little or no magical abilities ended up. It was quiet, overlooked, and completely beneath the notice of anyone important. That was why Lysan was extremely happy being there. He attended his classes quietly, avoiding Roman in every possible way. Roman was seen at the academy often, he wasn't a student there though, but as the Demon prince, he was supposed to maintain the relationship between the human kingdom, magical beings, and the demonic territories.

“This is a demonstration.” “Of what?” “That your structure has ghosts in its bones.” Silence stretched, tight, meaningful. Internal compromise. Not total, but real. Dominic accepted that fact instantly. No denial phase. No emotional recoil. “Scope,” he said. Vale nodded approvingly. “Good question. Limited ghost-key. Single building. Single window.” “How long?” I asked. “Eight minutes.” I laughed softly. “That’s generous.” “I’m a generous adversary.” “No,” Dominic said. “You’re a theatrical one.”

he says Damon stands from the couch and goes upstairs leaving Raven deep in thought. Was she going to agree to the agreement? And how sure was she that would not fall for him?

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

It would take at least ten peak-level Body Washing Realm cultivators to handle a single early Foundational Spirit Realm practitioner, and at least fifteen if the said Foundational Spirit Realm practitioner was a sword cultivator. What more the crazy bunch of demonic cultivators? The demonic cultivators only comprised a small percentage of those who walked the Dao of the Blood and Destruction, and even less of them made up the population of the Demonic Faction as the Demonic Faction were headed by demons, yet why were demonic cultivators infamous? It was because they were humans who abandoned their humanity in exchange for power. They were those willing to abandon their morality to pursue str

Baldwin — who sat on the crown and looked around — had a wry smile on his face. No cultivator could resist and be immune when he tried to manipulate them by talking with his demonic voice. In the past, it was the blood of the demon celestial that had caused the mystical creatures to evolve into this bizarre appearance. They were known as the extraterrestrial demons. A true celestial demon was innately born. A cultivator who practiced demonic energy was not a true celestial demon. Only a celestial could stop a celestial demon. The celestial demon devoured the emotions and desires of living beings and befuddled people's hearts.

“Regardless, as you may already have guessed, demons tend to possess the most feculent aura. With that in mind, it’s only natural for a person who wishes to practice this devilish technique to first turn into a demon. After absorbing enough feculent aura, they will be able to steal righteous aura using their demonic cultivation, thus allowing them to finally enter devilish cultivation. Following that, it’s only a matter of time before they become a devil!” “In the past, the Deitus Realm was the master of all three worlds, which is why we have the saying, ‘the devil is a foot tall, and the deity ten feet.’ Either way, Now that the Deitus Realm has been overturn