Demonic Oc Novels & Stories

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

With that he turned and walked away, the other guy following him. Wait, how did he know my name? My heart pounded but not from sadness anymore, but from something else I dare not mention. The Demon King as was popularly known as, is a tribreed. Maybe that was why everyone feared him, or the mere fact that he could make anyone and even an entire pack disappear without a trace. He was an original Lycan, half vampire and still had Demon blood running through his veins. Goddess, this is not good. “Luna Elara!!”

The crimson liquid pooled effortlessly, dark and shimmering in the dim light, completing the ritual's first step. It was then that I noticed Dominic's reaction, subtle at first—a twitch in his jaw, a faint clench in his fists—but unmistakable. Blood. He hadn’t tasted a single drop since we traveled back through time, and now it was affecting him. His skin, once smooth and unblemished, seemed almost translucent, a rawness creeping across his features. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, making them appear hollow, while his veins bulged horrifically beneath his skin, writhing like some caged beast desperate for release.

This bastard is definitely trying to make me look weak and incompetent in front of my council of elders. "And what proof do you have that Okiro has a hand in this?" I asked, barely above a whisper. "Feigning ignorance now? I see. Demon wolves are a product of a very ancient, powerful and dark sorcery." He stated "Duna!" I whispered, putting the pieces together. "How many more warlocks do you know of that are practicing such till this very day?" He asked, earning a pin drop silence from everyone....apart from the endless clawing and banging sounds from inside the cawurhi.

There's a wide room with a matching window that has the scene of the ocean beyond a small meadow and a small group of trees to the right. There are two chairs and one round high coffee table between. Two people sit, one you know, one you don't. At least not from this story. "So," says Cayce, "I'll introduce myself first. But since this is the end of my book then you probably know about me enough. Cayce Vance, eighteen. Married around now, ready for some action, and half-demon and half-angel hybrid."

"I know you are here and you can probably see or hear me. I just want you to know that you can run for as long as you want. But you will not run from me forever. Eventually, I'll get to hold you and squeeze the life out of you." Those words were supposed to scare him but they didn't. Instead, he walked right in the middle of the demons and his invisibility seem to have cleared off because the demons gasped as they can now see him. "Oh." Sathanas laughed. "Finally here in person, Alichino. Devil Prince. Son of Lilith and the Orb created to be a disturbance for our habitat." "I'm not a disturbance. I'm just a light unto darkness. A hope for damned souls and a trigger of faith for the faithless

It was then that Torelli’s red eyes betrayed him, they shone in the distance. Again, Jesse took after him in full blast. He timed his approach and fired his haunches. He flew through the air, aiming for the neck. But it was too strong to rip off. The two stared balefully at the other for a few seconds until Jake approached menacingly and stopped as well beside Jesse, snarling. ‘I shall fight, but not today’ the demon said, forming rapidly back to the priest’s form who fell flat. And then appeared on the horizon abound of black clouds drifting towards the alps. Bats!

I almost gave him a hard time for his paranoia. Almost "Sydlynhamitra," a burly young male demon with shoulders the size of the mountain and a body to match stepped out of the crowd heading to the balcony, his amber eyes on fire, power swirling around his hands, "I, Mobicandron, Knight of the Tenth Plane, challenge you for status." ***

Oscar felt his spiritual consciousness being destroyed. His pupils turned blood-red, and strands of blood spread through his eyes as a daemonic essence surged within him, transforming him completely. Oscar’s gaze became icy, filled with intense murderous intent. He waved his hand, creating a barrier around himself as waves of daemonic essence emanated from his body. He knew he had to control it. If anyone noticed, it could spell disaster. The Universe Alliance was originally formed to fight the daemons, and exposing himself was too risky.

I was the one to draw the circle, channel my power, and summon the demon. The piece of chalk in my hand glowed blue. Ordinary chalk, used by students everywhere, yet I put so much of my power inside it that the pentagram flashed with fire as soon as I started to draw it. I'm not sure how to put it; my necromancer's gift, my magic power, and my half-demon nature poured out of my fingers, soaking the chalk, sliding across the lines, which were coming to life right before our very eyes.