Demonic Monster Novels & Stories

Like a true monster in the closet. Though, let me explain this to you first. Down in hell, a demon is a creature that possesses no face, no noticeable feet or hands; it is a thing that hovers like an ominous black cloud over your shoulder. But, you put a demon on earth, well, there will be no way that you could see the difference. He shall, however, need to fill his craving for flesh. Why father made them that way, I always thought he was having a wicked bad day. As for the soul part, well, that is their main part. They are created to take and leave nothing. So, finding him, for me, will not be impossible, for I will know what deaths I shall be looking out for. Therefore I am counting on hav

His eyes widened in surprise. “Impossible…” Keefe said before coughing up blood and falling to his knees on the ground. Blood spat everywhere. Just then appeared Manticore, Hell-Hound, and another Behemoth from the dimensional crack hole. This time the grim reaper doubled the number of the demons he summoned from before. Each type of demon consists of two beings. “Shut the hole in the protective magic wall!” shouted one of the elves in a panic. Several elves came forward to Keefe's side and tried to close the hole in the magic wall with their strength.

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

In the sudden clarity, a monstrous figure emerged from the haze. Unlike any creature she'd ever encountered, it was a grotesque caricature of a man. A single, wicked horn protruded from its skull, and leathery black wings, like those of a monstrous bat, stretched out behind it. Sharp teeth glinted in the flickering firelight, and its long, clawed fingers twitched with anticipation. Bloodshot eyes, burning crimson in the inky blackness of its face, held her gaze with a terrifying intensity. This wasn't a human warrior, nor a twisted monstrosity born from Kael's dark magic. This was a demon, ripped straight from the nightmares depicted in the forbidden texts Elena had once dared to study. The

Byron cackled, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "Think you can run from it? These desires come from inside you, from your own body, your own heart. The Demonic Art reaches beyond death itself. There is no escaping it." He let out a cold, satisfied sneer. Suddenly, a massive cloud of black mist, threaded through with a sickly pink haze, exploded outward and blanketed the entire sky above the Umbral Peak Sect.

I said, only a little sarcastic. “The only monsters in my house are you and me, and I can’t fit under your bed,” he said in a bland tone. “Har-har.” I mocked him. I didn’t want to think of myself as a monster, even if I was. “The most common in this particular city are Demons, Gargoyles, Vampires, and Witches. Werewolves do roam around here every now and then, but they like more open space for when they shift,” he continued like there had been no banter between us.

he croaks, his head lowered. "Warned me about what?" "I'm not just a werewolf, dove. I'm worse. Much worse. There are many monsters in my world, you see? But among all of them, I am the monster they all fear." My stomach churns as my fear grows. He's unfolding another layer of himself, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for it. "W-what do you mean?" "I'm a tribrid. Three creatures exist inside of me. But at the same time, they're unified. I am a werewolf, a vampire, and a—"

He turns and sees my focus on his hand, before pausing a moment to also look down at what is now normal skin, and makes a soft noise under his breath that almost seems like a laugh. “Figured out why the smarter wolves are afraid of me, Princess?” he mocks me before pushing his way inside. Unrattled by my seeing his true self, and in fact, it feels a lot like he grows cockier with every step as my returning trepidation grows. It sends a chill through me as I follow him into the cozy space, not really taking it in, my thoughts swimming with newfound fear as I try to recall Leyanne's teachings. Demonics. The fractured half of the Angelics. Once a whole whose conflicting parts were torn apart be

To whom she was talking? “Kekeke, I am Mammon, the King of Greed in the Underworld. There will always be insatiable greed within me. What do you expect from a higher-ranking demon born with this curse? I will seize every living creature in my way,” a loud thundering voice reverberated in the place. Then, a huge black shadow slowly materialized in the air. My mouth created a small opening and a chill crawled to my body. It's emanating a colossal magnitude of dark power and magic. It has a resemblance with the shadow creature that attacked me when I was still on Earth in the middle of the night. But this one was on another level.

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i