Demonic Ink Novels & Stories

Roman was full of disdain. “I’m afraid we’re in danger this time.” Heia solemnly took a deep breath. “These people seem to be demonic practitioners. Their energy feels wrong! Moreover, their energy seems to contain a hint of bewitchment, which can only appear in one great path.” The others realized the insinuation and looked at the four men in black more solemnly. “The demonic great path!” The demonic great path was extremely powerful. If the demonic path was included in the 3,000 paths, it should be at least on par with light and dark.

Black future, large black skull with a glass tabletop, bookshelf’s that looked like coffins, and Blood Red Pentagram in the middle of the room. “Is this what I think it is?” “Well, yeah, the way you’re going to summoning your demon tonight. By the way, here is the book you’re going to need for the ritual.” The book was an old leather book, that I was almost afraid to touch it. As he hands the book to me that I looked through it to see so many odd writings of things that just made no sense to me. Before I knew it that Aaron turns the pages to show me a page with a Pentagram on it with more handwriting.

The signing of the contract with its blackened blood bound him to me and he didn't even know it. The disappearing ink I had used to formulate the contract, which stated we would be ruling side by side as equal partners, dissipated, slowly revealing the real terms of the contract. It stated that the demon agreed to transfer all his powers to me and would be sealed back into the abyss. Slowly, the demon began to melt like a black candle; his powers swirled out of him like wisps of black smoke, only to be absorbed by my body. "What? What is happening?" He screamed in horror, the voice so shrill and haunting.

Her lips moved like rhythm. I grabbed the glass from her hand and placed it down. She grabbed my neck and deepened the kiss. I pulled her closer and she hissed making me break the kiss. "You are hurt." "I don't care" She locked her lips with mine. She is drunk! I gathered her in my arms and walked out of the basement. It's already dark and everyone is sleeping. I don't know why Dominick is putting his trust in me and letting me roam in his house at night.

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.

It’s thought—sharp, desperate, commanding. Black smoke pours from my palms like spilled ink. It seeps into the corpses—through armor gaps, through open mouths, through the seams where life once left. One by one, the bodies jerk. Fingers twitch. Heads lift. Eyes snap open—empty, glowing the same pale violet that now burns in mine. They stand. Not gracefully. Not alive. But they stand. I point east, toward the ridge. Toward the demonkin pouring down like a red tide. *Fight.*

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

IBIM One perk of being blind is you don't see the stares, you know they are there but you don't have actual confirmation. Mofe had rushed to my side the second, I had walked into the school, she started reading out of a zine. "Someone made a zine", Tochi said, a gossip zine. "I like the code name sha Abroko". I laughed at how he pronounced the word. "It's a nice name, Tochi."

Ares turned away from her with a sigh as he looked up to the sky. “Because he tried to kill me. My father…. He tried his best to free me from the demon inside me but there was nothing he could do about the demon and it was getting worse and worse everyday. I would wake up and find myself in a pool of blood with dead animals around me or sometimes, some dead wolves or humans. After that, my father locked me up in a room that no matter what, I couldn't escape till one day, he told me he found a solution" Myla raised an eyebrow.

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.