Demonic Oc Novels & Stories

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

It laughed, pushing against the invisible boundaries of the psychopathic lords mind. Darkous nodded, carefully turning his attention towards the demonic creature within his mind. “Perhaps, though either way, I want the pup to go with us. If Dorian has succeeded in making her obedient, then we should have no trouble. Although, if he had failed then I may have to force her, either way; the pup will come with us and fight. Or suffer the consequences for disobedience.” The demon chucked, the vile sound filling the psychopathic lords mind. “Yes, it should be interesting forcing her to kill someone, or at least injure her uncles soldiers. But, the bloodshed is always my favourite part, especially

All laughter died out and the atmosphere suddenly became very tense again. Seraphina picked up the blanket and hugged it to her chest, she inhaled deeply before she released a sigh. A frown marred her face, “Dhampir,” she whispered under her breath. She picked up the rest of the items and sniffed them all, “All Dhampir children,” Aurelia confirmed. “Is that significant?” Achilles asked. “Dhampir children have pure, untapped power, in dark magic, the purer the sacrifice, the greater the reward.” Seraphina words sent a shiver through Achilles’.

Her fists curled in and she tried to control herself as he sat on one end of the table. There was no real reason to consume food rather than to show off and have a sense of normalcy. Demons did not need food to sustain themselves, they get that from human emotions. Sadness mostly. That's why demons possess the souls of the people who are weak and sad, easily manipulated so that they can be fed off them. After a while, the person loses his identity and it becomes easy for a demon to take control or simply leave that body. I licked my lips as I stared at the different types of food that would put human buffets to shame. Everything from juices to meat and bread.

My mother explained. Oden nodded in support of her and suddenly, Hemon’s eyes flung open and he began to laugh out in a demonic voice. His eyes turned fiercely red and his hands began to tremble and twitch in a horrifying way. “The demon is back inside him” Oden notified. “We need to seal off this lair until we find a way to destroy him and free Hemon” Mother suggested and we quickly moved out of the lair. She closed her eyes and begin to recite some spells, her gray hair stood into the air and a barrier suddenly started to form and completely sealed off the entrance to the lair.

The horrid sight and odor have my gut retching to the pit. That’s it! I have had enough of this shit! Damon is a demonic incarnate of whoever the devil in hell might be. My tail of courage tucked between my legs in cowardice, creeps slithering down my spine and the large part of my brain screaming at me to get the hell out of here before someone might catch me sneaking in this place. However, as I was about to abandon this petrifying quest, the sound of metal clacking caught my attention. Snapping my neck to the source, my heart sank to my feet with what I saw.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

He raised his hands, and the murmur died. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! Tonight we have rarities that have no price in the mortal market. Artifacts, enchantments and… of course, the main piece.” The tension in the air thickened. Dmitry felt the beast in his chest growl. He rested his elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the stage. Irina leaned toward him. “According to my sources, the supplier of the demonic blood is European. Discreet. A new name.” “I want the name by the end of the night,” Dmitry growled in response. “And if possible, the address.”

Oceane answered confidently. Dealing with lower demons was not a problem for her at all. However, seeing the muscular demon in front of her, Oceane could say she didn't have the confidence to deal with it. At least, Oceane knew she would have to sacrifice something. Probably losing a limb or two.. "Lady Audelia, are you sure you can handle that demon?" Oceane asked, wanting to make sure before dealing with the muscular demon's lackeys. A smile, simple but confident, appeared on Audelia's face. She turned her head and gave Oceane a reassuring look, then said,

Roman was full of disdain. “I’m afraid we’re in danger this time.” Heia solemnly took a deep breath. “These people seem to be demonic practitioners. Their energy feels wrong! Moreover, their energy seems to contain a hint of bewitchment, which can only appear in one great path.” The others realized the insinuation and looked at the four men in black more solemnly. “The demonic great path!” The demonic great path was extremely powerful. If the demonic path was included in the 3,000 paths, it should be at least on par with light and dark.