Demonic Lightning Novels & Stories

BLAST! Lightning flashed fiercely, striking the pack of Grim Reapers that circled the Mana Tree with flashing lights. However, there was no significant damage to the demon entourage. The lightning energy was absorbed into the Grim Reaper's body. The demon troupe was completely unharmed by the Sky Dragon Spirit's lightning strike, Zergenth. On the other hand, the bodies of the Grim Reapers group were getting bigger as they absorbed magic energy.

It might be but that wasn’t a reason to spend it without honor. I slowly touched my wrist with a plain old dagger. No need for ceremonial knives here. My blood, black in the light of the moon, dripped onto the ground, and the candles set in the corners of the hexagram lit up in unison. And then I summoned them. Not with my words, or spells, or my voice, but with my demonic blood.

Thunderbolts crackled and danced across the battlefield, striking fear into the hearts of those who dared to oppose the heroes. Soraya's lightning-infused magic complemented Elysia's elemental mastery. Bolts of electricity leapt from her fingertips, arcing through the air to strike multiple foes at once. Each crackling discharge illuminated the battlefield, revealing the stunned expressions of enemy combatants as they struggled to comprehend the sudden reversal of fortunes.

Too embarrassed to even speak. Damien broke his gaze and turned around. “Your element is wind and lightning.” he said. “I have seen you in action. You seem to have mastered these two elements.” “A-actually...” Dorin confessed, “My lightning is still a bit erratic... the bands on my ankles actually help me control the release of thaum from my body.” Damien looked at the bands Dorin handed to him earlier. “Hmm... Althea’s work I presume?” he asked. Dorin nodded vigorously.

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.

He has become a completely different god altogether. Michiall, the playful, vibrant, and extremely curious god of games and mischief has turned into Dorchadais – the literal god of Darkness, wielder of one of the most fundamental forms of energy. But in order for him to be free, the chains need to be fully broken. And because of the lesser amount of dark energy on the middle plane, he also needs a vessel to act as his conduit and bring more darkness to Meanach. Once he has turned Meanach into an annex of Iochtarach, he can then ascend and become powerful enough to face the other gods once again.

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

The ones who shrugged the call effects off tried to escape but could not because the shadows had blocked the large door that was the only entrance and exit to this room. The five of us were working very well together. Dante was blinding them with their fears, I was eliminating them with my magic, Haleen was utilizing her lightning power. Have you ever seen what happened when someone was hit by a bolt of lightning? That was currently happening, but she had turned up the power of the lightning, increasing the damage of it. Then there were the shadows and Moon Fire. Screaming rang out but was not from the humans this time. It was certainly poetic justice.

He wastes no time releasing the spear from the ground and throwing it at Gwanhoya. She tries to stop it but fails and it hits her on the chest and he follows through descending lightning from the clouds he assembled. Striking her while she is down causing an earth quack that destroys buildings that are nearby. Even though there is too much destruction, the law enforcers watching cheer, the demon has been defeated. And the boy falls to the ground. “Like I said before little boy, I will not let you live so you will hinder my plans!” the dust clears, she used her darkness as shield to block the lightning by concentrating huge amount of it on the point where the lightning stroke.

Lucifer Once I flash out of Lana’s room, I partially shift into my devil form and hone my senses until I reach the destination Azazel instructed me to go to. The earthquake occurred in the Arcata forest. Using my night vision, I try to find the entity that caused such havoc but see nothing. I land near a copse and look around for any signs of what it could have been until I reach a large section of the forest that looks like it was burnt to a crisp. The trees, dirt and grass around the ragged opening are scorched. Within minutes, Azazel and Mathias appear beside me.