Demonic Monster Novels & Stories

"You'll see when it's time, I'm going to the g/c's office now and when I do, you'll be outside recording the entire conversation I am about to have. Okay?" "Okay, Senior" "Don't call me that". He pointed and walked away. I followed. Daniel Jegede was tall, muscular and dark skinned, he had a maturely handsome face and looked more like a twenty year old than a seventeen year old. He had the long confident stride of a basketball and the arms of a wrestler. I started to wonder if he had used those hands to strangle Lola to death or if he was going to strangle me to death. I made it my business to walk at a safe distance from him in case I needed to start running for my dear life.

I yell, hearing the quartz finally shatter and hundreds of demons are now see beginning to charge towards us! Five seconds, Five Seconds, FIVESECONDS!! All types and shapes, colors, and beings frighteningly gained their way to the middle of the bridge. Yielding swords, axes, bows, snapping jaws and even some two horned goat looking guy! This was my first time ever seeing demons since Bahm had started allowing me in. IT WAS A HORROR!!! I was frozen in fear. Bahm suddenly throws me to the farthest end away from him and stands in front of my body, trying to perform a spell.

he said firmly, and Styx visually shuddered. “That's insanity; he is part demon, werewolf, fae, and related to Ormguddina, the snake witch, along with the high demon Mammon, who can shift into anything and is extremely dangerous,” he growled, and I eyed him, then my mate. Swallowing uncomfortably, I growled, “I knew he was odd, but it was either the contract, or he was going to kill your father and keep me for nefarious reasons.” My daughter side-eyed me with sadness and reached her hand out to me.

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.

Suddenly, from the very center of the pentacle, a swirling mass of black smoke began to materialize, coalescing into a towering, amorphous form. This entity, devoid of any discernible features, exuded an aura of pure malevolence. Belle's heart raced as she took in the sight before her—this was her first encounter with a demon, a being she had scarcely believed could exist. Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying.

Perhaps him remembering her was just a small piece of a jigsaw puzzle that would help her achieve her main goal. What was her goal you ask? “You frown a lot more than Starvos, I’m afraid you will look older than him in a mere week,” Mona’s voice dropped in as Dominic lifted his face to find the older sorcerers. “Isn’t that a way for me to become a demon?” Dominic looked straight right into Mona’s eyes when he asked the question, startling her who didn’t expect the boy would ask such a horrendous question right in this beautiful afternoon! “You silly! Of course you shouldn’t! Only beings who are cursed by god can go to Hell. They are called demons, they are evil entities!”

They were as intelligent as humans, and their abilities were better than humans in all aspects, especially their life span was much longer than humans'. Demonic Beasts were some mutated beasts that had absorbed the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. Most of them were bloodthirsty and cruel, fed on ordinary beasts or humans. Therefore, Demonic Beasts and Demon had to be distinct. They were not of the same and could not be mixed as one single thing.

It was called the Devourer, also a Tier 6 existence. “RROOOOAAARRRR!!!..”. Amidst the discussion of the demons and Undeads, another Demons made it’s entrance, this time it was a Manticore, so large that it was at least the sized of of a 10 tons lorry, it immediately roar upon it’s touchdown giving at me with a predatory eyes. As if I was it’s lunch, naturally such intimidating gaze doesn’t works on me. Then one after another, another 2 Undeads a Lich, and a Skeleton King, followed by 3 demons, one a High Imp, A Green Skinned Witch and a Black Dragon arrived, all were circling me.

“If anyone summons a demon dog again, I’m not cleaning it up.” “Noted,” I said. “Next time we’ll aim for demon kittens.” Then the Rift screamed. The noise was unbearable—like metal grinding against bone. Black mist burst out in a spiral, and from it crawled the first monster. A hulking, six-limbed thing—skinless, eyes glowing with green hunger, mouth too wide and wet with fire. Behind it, shadows slithered like wolves with no bones. I didn’t wait. “Now or never,” I muttered, and summoned the storm magic.

Sinewy muscles covered their misshapen bones, but most of the time, they took the form of smoke. I’d lost count of the number of times demons had released me into an assault course of rocks and had me dodging and diving behind them, only for the wretched hounds to turn into black vapor and appear at my side. And when they wanted to, they could make themselves solid enough to create maximum damage with their teeth and claws and horns. This particular variety of monster stared out at me through eyes that burned like lava and barked through flaming jaws. “How on earth do you expect me to look after something that could eat me?”