Demonic Legacy Novels & Stories

“The dagger is filled with dark magic and will feed the demon within you.” I blinked dizzily, realizing that he was right. Icy tendrils of pure evil were wrapping themselves around me, gripping me ruthlessly in their malevolent hold. “Blood of an Earth Witch from Sybl’s line has been spilled from the dagger of Asmodeus. We begin the summoning on the morrow,” he rasped. “I will finish my mother, Sybl’s, work and prove that I was always her true heir meant to fulfill her legacy.” They were the last words I heard before my consciousness was suddenly shut away into a void of black nothingness. A demonic voice took over, shutting me away for good.

Little Candy was instinctively afraid of Myriad Demons Burial Ground. But it was undeniable that demons here would definitely be of great help to its growth. Otherwise, Handsome's father would not have insisted on asking Caspian to bring the little white pig in. In general, Myriad Demons Burial Ground had the effect of urging demons to grow. If it was lucky enough, demons might be able to obtain the Legacy of some ancient demons in Myriad Demons Burial Ground. In that case, they would really earn a lot. With Caspian by its side, Little Candy quickly calmed down. It opened its eyes wide and looked around curiously.

Lucas activated his Immemorial Demonic Script, and the entire underground palace was filled with demonic aura. Demonic clouds that made one’s scalp tingle appeared as well. Humans had human aura, while Dark Race beings had evil aura. As for Lucas, he had demonic aura! After Lucas activated the third level of his Immemorial Demonic Script, the Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen began to tremble in fear from the 'demonic' pressure. The intense pressure was suffocating them.

At our engagement party, Michael walked on stage hand-in-hand with a pregnant woman. In front of all the high-society guests in the room, he called off our wedding. “Chloe is carrying my heir,” Michael declared. “I won’t let her suffer. You, you can stay as my side chick.” The crowd erupted into laughter. Michael’s friends cheered, passing cash around. “Told you!” one snickered. “That desperate loser won’t ever leave him. I won the bet!” “Everyone knows she’s a broke nobody. Without Michael, she’s nothing.” Michael handed me a black card with a smug smirk. “Be good, and I’ll still take care of you.” I looked at his arrogant face and almost laughed out loud. Yes, I gave up everyth

-4 Weeks Later- The dead began walking. Not in full. Not yet. But enough. Bodies pulled from old battlefields. From forgotten graves. From cursed soil beneath abandoned ruins. Hagetha did not need soldiers. She needed bodies that didn’t question orders. Mindless things stitched together with dark magic and older hatred. And witches came too. Not many. But enough. Those who had sworn loyalty to her centuries ago when Lucian first fell. They returned now. Answering her call like a prayer finally answered. Damon called them “border anomalies.” I called them scouts. Because they weren’t testing if we would survive. They were testing how long it would take us to fall.

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

Then Victor spoke up cautiously, “ The Cross family is not an ordinary family. It is far beyond your imagination. Owning half the country would be considered insignificant compared to the power the Cross family truly has.” Ethan's eyebrows shot upward. He frowned. “Explain.” “The Cross lineage has controlled global assets for generations. Banking networks, private security divisions, technological holdings—---most of them unknown to the public.” Victor explained. “And you expect me to believe I come from that?” Ethan muttered sarcastically. “ You do not need belief,” Victor replied, “Only confirmation.” Ethan glanced at his arm again. Seventeen years. A memory he never understood. “What happ

Gloria yells, seeing her child on the floor and quickly moves to pick her up while Diana’s father, Daniel, pulls Diana out of the room. “What is wrong with you? How can you be so wicked to your sister?!” Daniel scolds her. “Father, I_,” she tries to speak, but her father shuts her up when he pushes her roughly, letting her hit her head hard on the table in the living room. Diana cries out, holding onto where she hits her head. She tries not to believe that her father has just pushed her down. What is wrong with his attitude? Daniel ignores the blood rushing out from her head and continues to scold her, “You threw your newborn sister on the floor, Diana. You are wicked!” Daniel accuses her.

Something is amiss. Mortal senses can beest easily deceived, mine own mistress. A most wondrous evil was born from the purest. I was speechless because of what he said. That means the evil who turned Agamemnon was long gone. "Then why the demons?" I wrinkled when I asked him. Demons, by the name itself, are already evil. Sushi looked in another direction, I don't know why. Demons art just pawns and influence'd but nev'r taint'd. I am a goodyear, but not tainted. Beast like us is just a tool f'r the most wondrous evil.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.