Demonic Knight Novels & Stories

I don't mean to flatter myself, but it sounds like he's in love with me, and he's getting ahead of himself. A relationship with anyone who is not like myself could be hazardous. Especially when you're like me, supernatural and hunted. Even among the supernaturals, my type is hunted and killed. Humans were the ones who took us in and helped us. They also gave us a name. Gargoyle. A creature that is both grotesque and hideous. Of course, most don't look like a demon that crawled out of the earth, but it helped to represent us, albeit to the extreme. Gargoyles were the product of a union between an angel and a demon.

After two weeks’ worth of practice, Thea had grown extremely familiar with the Demonic Sword. The Demonic Sword was created by the Malevolent King while he was in a state of insanity. Its true power can only be realized by consuming the Spirit Turtle’s blood and entering a state of near insanity.

I was aware that I could easily duck him and set myself free but I was numb. I rolled my eyes back, trying to remember the first time I saw him and how enchanted I felt. The stranger who rescued me from the bad guy. My knight in shining armour. Then the bitter memory replaced that, bile rose in my throat as I thought of how he sent Dean to capture me and said those hurtful words in the red room. "Get away!" I pushed at his chest. He went cold, no emotions on his face. It made me remind of the article I read in one of the books. Demons, atleast the ones who are upper class can easily conceal their emotions. Those books were the only thing helping me understand Lukas.

It has a cloak that bears the mark of House Sans. Her vessel’s grave. Her knight’s grave. His. Her’s. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter now… And the knight decisively raises his sword as it laughs, wills himself for one last battle while the demon spreads its arms, as if beckoning him, welcoming him in; prepares himself for one last fight to the death because Hans knows he’s going to die and he fully intends to drag this thing back to hell where it belongs. * * * * * Except… that did not happen.

He guffawed and laughed , he was seeing such an interesting man after many decades , not decades, after centuries and centuries . The black mist ; which was gathering towards the magic circle and configuring into a 'certain' something for a long time finally, took form into something which aroused the spectators' and Lienne's curiosity — the dark mist, which appeared out of nowhere, formed into a physique of a knight and a configuration of a violet horse i.e. the knight's horse. On the top of the horse, sat the knight wearing a purple armour, with a badge of a peacock on the left side of his armour . He was holding one of the 7 deadly weapons - Gallows Dodger of the sin of pride .

Their closest allies were the Knights and the Red Moon pack,” My head jerked to her. ”One dark night, the vampires came in masses and slaughtered several of the pack members. Living in peace is good, but not being prepared for the ones that oppose the peace you cherish, is foolish. So many had already been killed before the Knights made it here. Among the vampires, was a little girl. She had followed her family and was about to- unknowingly -have her life turned upside down. The vampire who took charge was called Draco. When he saw the Knights and their pack arriving, he knew they stood no chance.” Selene paused.

“Hey! I won’t let you call in your favour if you’re not even going to do anything for me.” “Now now, don’t go making assumptions on your own.” When they reached the church, he stepped inside with no hesitance. He walked through the front door without even opening it, his body floated through as if he was a ghost. The demon king has powers that are most diverse. The normal demons might have confined powers, such as some might control a certain aspect of the weather or an element of the earth, some might be capable of shape shifting. However, the Demon King’s title awarded him much more flexibility with his abilities.

"From what I know. A woman and a woman can not be mates. I never heard of something like this. If this was a real thing, this would be the first time that I am hearing about it." I mod along her. "This is my first time too. If Hanna and Diana were ex-lovers. How come that both of them were women who was connected to Knight in the past. Diana was his ex and Hanna is one of those girls he entertained because of his father's command." I am not sure if I should be labelling them as girlfriends because thisight be a friendly kiss but then I shook my head. "The dept of the kiss was almost a french kiss so it is impossible that this is a friendly kiss."

“G-Got in her f-face and c-called her m-mean n-names.” “There not mean if they’re true, doll! Plus, she had no right to bully a little cutie like you!” Grayson said, sending her a wink. I fought back a scowl, knowing that he didn’t mean anything by the wink. Grayson was naturally a friendly person. Something that never bothered me as much as it does now since its towards my mate. My inner demon wanted nothing more than to tear his throat out for winking at him, but my common sense knew how impractical and irrational it was to get angry at one of my loyal, gay friend for winking at her.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy