Demonic Obsessions Novels & Stories

"Or in a simpler term, praise to the 'god' Mammon, one of the seven demons of hell responsible for humanity's greed and its most selfish and grotesque desires. This demon is called upon by those who want to be above everything else, no matter how. Because you need to understand this, demons are everywhere, but they appear when they are called or summoned. Everything you've heard about demons or possessions doesn't happen just because. It's because they are called by mortal souls with dark hearts. "How many demons exist?" Saying that the snow-haired one wasn't scared would be an understatement. The information his friend was telling him was so overwhelming that he was trying not to break int

He needs to feed his demon the lustful desire and attraction he felt towards her and after that he will become her worst nightmare. He hated her yet the attraction he felt towards her is dangerous, his demon wants her! She's going to be hurt. He'd never thought his demon could desire the girl he hates so much. He's not concerned about her being hurt, just needs to feel her embrace once again. Words couldn't describe how is body crave her touch the obsession

That isn’t strange- it’s pure madness. Demons, being extremely strong supernatural beings, do not fall prey to mortal diseases like cancer. Their wounds are never infected, because they heal too fast to leave festering sores, and their immune system, or whatever demonic equivalent they have, is too powerful for the likes of sepsis or inflammation, not unless the injury is to their True Soul. However, they are not immune to afflictions of the mind and soul. So it is possible for a demon to succumb to madness, depression, schizophrenia and other curses, which may inadvertently affect them physically.

"Don't touch me. You don't get to just drag me around like this anymore, Dante. You lost that right." Dante stood by the door, his hands resting on his hips, and he looked incredibly tired, the shadows under his eyes visible even in the dim lamplight of the room, but his gaze was locked onto hers, completely focused and desperate. "You have no idea what kind of game you're playing, Elena, you're walking into a slaughterhouse with Rodrigo Felix and you're doing it with a smile on your face."

Pastor Daniels stepped forward, wiping sweat from his bald head with a trembling hand. “This is what sin looks like when you feed it, Mrs. Hartley,” he said. “Lust made flesh. Circuits of temptation.” Her mother nodded, voice cracking with fury and grief. “She used to lead youth choir,” she said to no one. “She was pure. My Layla was pure.” “We can still save her,” the pastor said, voice rising. “With prayer and cleansing. The demon is the machine.” “It’s not a demon!” Layla screamed. “It’s mine!”

he said with sad eyes as he looked her face She burst into tears with her gaze on the floor "Son, we never knew the reason your grandma was killed. We heard the news the next day and we went in search of you but you were nowhere to be found" Emilio explained Eden sighed and wiped away the tears that dripped down his face. "You know, I recall how you both always thought that I was possessed whenever I caused a nuisance" he said and sniffed. "Well, you're right. And right now, I'm possessed with a darkness that has overshadowed me" he said

They were just blurry shadows in his peripheral vision. Jimmy wasn’t sure if the other men could see the Anunnaki, but they certainly made their presence felt. Every sick and sadistic act those men had ever watched or gotten off on, was now visited on their own bodies. Whatever demons they were trying to exorcise in dim, furtive rooms like this one, were now coming back to claim them with a vengeance.

“You’re in my world now. And I don’t play nice with pretty little intruders.” Lila’s breath hitched, but she didn’t back down. The tension between them was thick enough to cut — hate mixed with something far more dangerous. Something that felt like the beginning of an obsession. As Elena called for the staff to bring in the luggage, Ronan turned away, but not before his mind already started wondering what Lila Monroe would sound like moaning *his* name. This was going to be hell.