Demonic Origins Novels & Stories

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

Tessavask confused and look at Landon shrugging and a shiver runs down Regina's spine. "At the beginning of times, when the supernatural was created, no one thought it would be necessary to seperate everyone and they thought everyone would live in peace, but as the numbers rised and power was gained so did the demand of territories. The strongest of each specie fought it out and the demons won. The demons won, they were cunning and knew how cheat their way up. Their brute strenght was never enough. Everyone had to accept him is their king, and it was dark times. The demons florished and the other species starved and were killed one by one, no one was powerful enough to remove him from the th

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" The Brotherhood of Lucia was created 500 years ago by the Elders after winning the war against the demons. Lucia, which means light, was the name of the person who saved them all. They would kill me on the spot if I were to attend this meeting. "I know you worried about the Elders and the other leaders. They need to know about the ferals. As you said, a demon is involved," Dominic explains. "We heard stories about demons when we were kids, except for you, how deadly and evil they are. They disappeared 500 years ago, and now they resurface again. I didn't want to believe it at first until you showed me. It's the first time I have seen a demon." He rubs the

he replied, brushing off the instinct saying she's in danger. "I have so many reasons to kill you. First, you lied to me. Secondly, you work for our greatest enemy, Sinful. He betrayed us all,Anna , Derek, Samantos, all of us. Fuck, I am resisting the urge to kill you " he said to Amelia who almost peed on her body.

Finally, Quintan sighed deeply, his shoulders sinking as if a great weight pressed upon him. “Very well. I’ll tell you what you wish to know. But, Maria, this isn’t a story with simple answers. What I’m about to tell you may challenge everything you think you know about this world.” Maria braced herself, her heart pounding as Quintan began. “The Demonic Cult,” he began, his voice low and deliberate, “is not a simple enemy. Their roots run deep—centuries deep. They’ve existed since before the reign of Prince Egon, thriving in the shadows, feeding off the fear and suffering of others. They believe that blood, particularly human blood, is the ultimate source of cultivation and power. To them, l

“Who are they?” Darius’s gaze darkened. “They are called the Primordials. Beings that existed long before your kind, long before the first werewolf. They are the source of true power, the origin of darkness itself. And they have been awakened by the surge of magic in Fiona’s bloodline.” My breath caught in my throat. Primordials? The origin of darkness? It sounded like something out of a nightmare, but the way Darius spoke made it clear that he believed every word.

The memory was seared into her brain. It flooded her with guilt and shame but it wasn’t enough to push away the butterflies in her stomach or the sweet throbbing in her neck where he had marked her with his teeth. It was short, intense and with a person whom she had never met before, a person that was like an abomination to werewolves. A human. Her heart leapt as she thought of her little act of rebellion. It left a bitter-sweet after taste in her mouth – if her kin were to find out –

Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure. The first speaks of a divine curse, where Cain, the Biblical figure marked by God, was condemned to an eternity of bloodlust. His once-human form twisted into a monstrous demon, cursed to wander the earth as the first vampyre. Over centuries, he donned countless identities, his latest mask being none other than William the Conqueror—a warlord whose thirst for blood was rivaled only by his hunger for power.

I could smell them from a mile away and when I encounter them, I vanish. I opened the mahogany doors of the conference room to see a bald headed man wearing glasses. He was formerly looking at some papers but immediately I entered, his head sprang up and I froze. I knew him. Well not literally knew him but he was famous. Some blogs called he and his friends the Yoruba demons. The term was now used for Casanovas in general but if I'm correct, the man sitting before me and his two friends invented the term. They were the first Yoruba demons.

Wind Demons were not born to be anything but manipulators of the wind, but Chief Priest Kaka was different. As a child, his ability to conjure and control the wind elements was so weak that he doubted his heritage. Was he really a member of a race that could summon the winds and the rain with a flick of the finger, or was he some imposter’s child? Just it was everywhere, he was bullied for being different and eventually, he attempted to end his life. As an orphan belonging to a race of demons, there wasn’t much to gain by being alive. However, in a stereotypical novel fashion, Kaka did not die. His attempt to throw himself over a cliff saw him land in a cave that was hidden from the rest of