Demonic Obsessions Novels & Stories

They shifted colors as I watched, from deep crimson to molten gold to pure black. “You’re real,” I breathed. “Very observant.” He stepped out of the circle as if it wasn’t there, moving with predatory grace. “I am Oberin. And you, little artist, have invoked a contract with a high-ranking lust demon. Do you have any idea what that means?” I scrambled backward, suddenly aware of how stupid this had been. “I—the book said—”

mocked Dae Hyun. He was amused to listen to Qeiza explaining in details about all the benefits of the food and drink she served him. She really supposed he was a little kid. Even so, he didn’t get angry. On the contrary, he completely liked to linger watching the movement of Qeiza’s lips while she was speaking. 'Shit! I really want to kiss those sexy tiny lips!' Dae Hyun was battling against himself. Dirty thoughts had entered his head. Quickly he bowed his head. He was afraid of making mistake for not being able to control the desire that had changed the size of his unboned magical stick.

"Just—just stay with me okay? ” Her frail body convulsed under a violent cough which caused her shoulders to tremble with its force. My eyes bore witness to the gruesome scene where blood droplets struck the floor while I stood paralyzed by horror. A brief interlude emerged where all motion ceased. An unnatural and intricate terror spread through my body. This wasn’t morning sickness. A pregnancy complication was not the cause of this medical issue. This was something else. An entity of unparalleled malevolence stands before us. My fingers groped clumsily for my phone while numbness spread through them and panic blurred my vision. The call connection sound scarcely reached my awareness befor

He growled. "Daddy! F**k me, Daddy!" She moaned loudly. Alberto held her a*s as he pulled her to meet his hard thrusts. "Oh my gosh! Daddy!" "Harder, please! F**k that p**sy!" Alberto banged her very hard till she almost lost her breath. "C*m for Daddy" he groaned. Stephanie screamed as she came heavily, her cum milking his d**k. Alberto continued thrusting without slowing down for once.

high, I see don't get what he means by high, but whatever he says, I know I need to follow him. "and pls cover-up," he throws cloth at me, he must be very nice, I smile as I put on the clothes "that is a beautiful necklace," he say, I look down my naked, I didn't notice it, Alba has given me this necklace, the pendant is white crystal, is a holy necklace, the pendant will get black if I indulge in any evil things of the world, example, killing, sexual intercourse with human and many more, and if the pendant turns black it means, I'm a fallen angel and I will never be able to return to heaven, I shirk at the thought of it.

The air was heavy, suffused with an oppressive aura that seemed to sap the strength of anyone who entered. Seated upon the throne was a man whose mere presence was suffocating. His demeanor was calm, his posture almost languid, with one hand resting against his chin. Yet, the weight of his gaze was enough to bring grown warriors to their knees. He was the Overseer, a figure whose name was spoken in hushed whispers, feared even among the higher echelons of the Demonic Cult. His dark eyes glimmered with a predatory sharpness, and his lips curled ever so slightly as if perpetually amused by the terror he inspired.

Demons- I thought- of lust, of desire. Now, don't roll your eyes. Desire demons take far too many forms to just say mine was a succubus thing- I didn't summon them just to get my rocks off. Lust demons are the deal makers, the insidious, the Djinn. They meet us humans at crossroads, grant us wishes, fulfil our dreams. They are exactly what you want them to be. Be careful what you wish for.

LUCIA That devil really did put a spy app on every single one of my gadgets. Anger slipped through my veins as I stared heinously at the app in front of me. It was some kind of weird looking app that seemed scary even at first glance. The icon’s background was black in color, with some kind of manly silhouette drawn-out design at the center. The man seemed to be wearing a hat, a shade and a coat. Just like detectives, but a scarier version with eerie vibes.

Jennifer, who was only a year younger than Vicky, had experienced no less than Vicky over the years. Seeing Vicky's interest in the topic, Jennifer spoke up, "Anthony's mother told me that most obsessions aren't from true emotions, but rather a person's deeply ingrained principles. Some people have a strong obsession with certain things, which may be due to experiencing something profound that contradicts their beliefs."

“They created us that way so we would be able to go on the… missions they couldn’t.” His eyes widened and his mouth slammed shut. It looked like he had just realized what he had said. “You never told me why you thought Obsidian forced me,” I said softly to change the conversation. Devrim sighed. “We all have our demons, rosebud. Some of us have demons a bit darker than others; and for Obsidian, a lot of those demons are what make him so unpredictable.” “The smallest of things can make him snap,” Ezra continued. “He could’ve really hurt you.”