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.

-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

The wind carried the acrid stench of smoke from distant wildfires - harbingers of the unholy purge yet to come. Out there somewhere, surrounded by those who would defile the sanctity of my lineage's ascendance, was my heir growing in the enemy's womb. My firstborn, the continuation of the Blackwood legacy...and the bastard mongrel Damien somehow held a part in the conspiracy against me. No quarter would be shown, no realm left unturned until every last stain had been scoured from this defiled place. I would tear down the celestial firmament itself if that's what it took to reclaim what was mine by cosmic right.

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.