Demonic Ink Novels & Stories

My body responded instantly, arching toward him despite the voice in the back of my mind that screamed how wrong this was. We were supposed to be in control. Focused. But with him, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The danger only made it worse—made it better. “This is a bad idea,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I hated how much I wanted him, how much I craved the darkness he carried with him. He was supposed to be my partner, my enemy, my—something I couldn’t quite define.

"You petty, controlling prick." I swiped the message, and a poem scrolled onto the screen in a font that looked like dripping ink: "Where the marble meets the mud, a scholar's light shall turn to blood. A pact is inked in secret sighs, beneath the mask of 'Holy' eyes. One shall fall so One may rise, fed by the Saintess' golden lies. A demon waits within the breath, of the lion who's cheated by a death. Save the spark or join the pyre; the Author's ink is made of fire."

The darker sky became dim like a small amount of light could be seen. " Look, I think Thamer was summoning an another demons out from his body!" Drake mumbled. Thamer's eyes glowed in the dark like a blazing fire. His body was gradually dividing into not one but more than five parts, getting out from his body one by one. He's roaring sounds became louder when a number of entities were coming out from his limbs. His never ending screams almost destroyed their eardrums. One demon...! Two demon...! Three demon...!

"Origin Demonic Art?" "Analyze." [Analyzing…] [The book is a technique book with illusion magic cast on it that features demonic art.] [This book will draw the attention of anyone who gets close to it.] "What kind of demonic art is it?" [Mystic Rank - Lower Demon Mutational Art] [Consuming the blood of living beings will greatly accelerate growth. Consuming the blood of the same species will accelerate advancement] [Side effect: becomes a demonic mutant]

It was faint and no more than just a silhouette but I knew this was the memory I had been trying to grab. I imagined myself moving toward the figure in the house I had created in my mind. My movements were sluggish, as if I was being weighed down by some invisible force. Everything around me was glowing with a deep crimson red as I fought harder and harder to reach the figure that was just beyond me. Growing tired and frustrated I threw my hands out in anger. I watched as a rush of blue electricity flowed from my hands and the fog began to clear. The red haze had disappeared as quickly as it had taken over. I was finally able to make out the figure in front of me, the memory I had been tryin

All I knew was that if it had anything to do with that demon on the computer then this might be worse than I thought. “Okay,” she said in between her sobs, she continued in telling me about her dream, not leaving out a single detail. She told me about gashes that had appeared, how she had mumbled some sort of chant under her breath and how the demon had appeared. Abby cuddled in my arms and explained how it had disappeared after the symbol had been revealed. Even now she had thought that she had woken up and had seen it in the mirror and woke up in a start. “Then, I came straight down here, those eyes burning in my mind, to research everything on the computer. I found out that the beast is a

The demonic shadow roared. Demonic runes all over the sky condensed into a bloody palm print as big as a house before slamming down toward Alex. Alex left his primordial and divine eyes open. Presently, the large, blood-red palm print that he saw actually was actually made up of countless blood-red demonic eyes. Filled with malicious intent and exuding blood energy, they slammed Alex in the face. Dorothy’s warning came from the sky. “Idiot! Dodge it!”

Damon then came down and turned back to Cynthia . "This is my reality Cynthia ." Damon said coldly . " You ... you won't hurt ... me ...would you ? " asked Cynthia stuttering . " No no .. i can't even think of that .. don't be scared ." said Damon rubbing Cynthia's cheek with love . Cynthia hugged Damon and Damon hugged her back with his shivering his hands . "You would hate me now won't you ?" asked Damon sadly . " No Damon never ." replied Cynthia . " Cynthia I am a demonic creature , you know what that means , don't you ?" asked Damon shocked .

He turns and sees my focus on his hand, before pausing a moment to also look down at what is now normal skin, and makes a soft noise under his breath that almost seems like a laugh. “Figured out why the smarter wolves are afraid of me, Princess?” he mocks me before pushing his way inside. Unrattled by my seeing his true self, and in fact, it feels a lot like he grows cockier with every step as my returning trepidation grows. It sends a chill through me as I follow him into the cozy space, not really taking it in, my thoughts swimming with newfound fear as I try to recall Leyanne's teachings. Demonics. The fractured half of the Angelics. Once a whole whose conflicting parts were torn apart be

’ Struggling to stop the smile forming on my face at her sarcasm, I focused on the demonic bitch that walked in. She wasn’t what I had expected a demon to look like. Though to be honest I wasn’t really sure what a demon was supposed to look like. She wasn’t ugly by any means; she was actually quite stunning. In a grungy kind of way. Her eyes darker with the thick black eyeliner she wore and the dark black lipstick really making them stand out. Her long blonde hair was tied up into a ponytail revealing spiked earrings that went up the sides of both her ears. As she strolled in, I watched as she rolled up the sleeves on her blouse revealing a sleeve of different tattoos. She really had her bad