Demonic Domain Novels & Stories

Her heart ached for this demon and she couldn't fathom why she should feel such things for him. "It's done," he dismissed with a low growl. "Sebastian..." He ignored her, leaning over and absently picking up one of the books she'd left on the nightstand. He opened it to the section she'd booked marked. "You've been reading about demons?" Busted! "I was curious." "Curious about me?" "Yes." He leaned back in his chair and she could have sworn he was smirking. "And what did you learn?" "Well I learned about your realm." Like the elves they also came from another realm, a harsh deadened world that was no longer viable for life, even an immortal one.

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.”

Mira, you can stand aside and guide us if we cannot do it right. With that, Xen jumped into the action. The silhouette was obviously too powerful for them. It was dragging the three of them along all at once. The silhouette was actually the distorted soul of a dark mage. A shifter mage, to be precise. They escape into our planet Earth from their own world, called Chemora.

Evelyn has seen mages, elves, dragons, giants, and goblins in this other world, but not demons. Demons are a collective term for all the foul and unclean demons of the Abyss that grow in the Old Realm, cut off from all time and space, and are the offspring of the Old Gods. Thousands of years ago, the Old Gods were overthrown by the New Gods and banished to the Old Realm, and it is the New God system that the off-world continent Evelyn is on believes in.

“I don’t have time for this! I’m guessing now I’m here time is moving again?” “Ah, yes, but you can’t return to the Terran Realm.” “What the hell are you saying, I must!” “You’re a ninth level demon lord now, it is forbidden by the agreeance in the peace treaty of the Angels and the Demon King that no entity over the level of six or under the level of two may enter any other realm.” “I’m not a Demon Lord, I’m a fucking vampire, I belong in the Terran Realm!” Ruben let the terrified Goblin go and raked a hand through his hair. “Show me how to create a portal! I must return to save Bastetia!”

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

Samson inhaled sharply and eyed him strangely. "I did it as a show of my love for him, unfortunately he destroyed that by doing what he did," he mumbled softly. I eyed them both in utter confusion. Samson saw and sighed. "When lower demon documents are destroyed the demon no longer exists and won't regenerate in hell, so Dane's gone forever now," he explained and I looked at Mortas sadly. "We need to lock Samson's documents up in a fireproof safe immediately," I mumble frantically. Mortas jumped out of bed and looked at us both.

“The builder? Of course, Should I let him know you are coming?” “No! I want to surprise our Demon prince.” Dominic replied before heading for the elevator. Mal wasn't exactly a builder, or a demon prince, he was in fact a greater demon of hell who took a liking to building great structures and strongholds, he is the head of the buildings security division at Predtech and like all demons an egotistical asshole most of the time, but Dominic couldn't hold that against him, it's his nature.

It wasn’t the proud noble Alpha of the Steele Pack. This Dominic was a corrupted nightmare. Thick pulsing black veins crawled up his neck and across his jawline, like something alive had moved in. His muscles were swollen wrong, vibrating with a chaotic, violent energy. But the eyes—those were the part that made my blood turn cold. The silver there, the beautiful shadow-flecked silver… gone. Swallowed by a violent glowing purple ring, like a halo made of threat. “You came to my house,” Dominic whispered. His voice wasn’t his. Not really. It came out demonic, echoing in a dual-tone, like the Alpha beast roaring in perfect synchronization with some ancient necrotic blood-magic he’d consumed.