Demonic Origins Novels & Stories

He killed his father and went to live with the druids in the alps. Through thousands of years of life, he still hadn’t let go of his resentment for how he was treated as a child, which sometimes led him to express his anger in violent creative ways. This as well is all the more problematic because Sleamann was about the strongest creatures around. Unlike others, he was not just a wolf, warrior, war-lord or whatever. He was a vampire and a vampire-werewolf hybrid, which made him the first damphyr. As a result, he could take on whole packs of normal vampires or werewolves with terrifying ease, while normal people barely registered as more than food to him. He was a thinker and he thought about

It was 33 years after the seventh wave of Covid-19 hit. The world didn't have humans anymore because Demon Ahriman broke loose from hell as he brought darkness and chaos to humankind. He was said to be the root of disappointment, strife, and confusion. He was the one who whispered all the greedy feelings to humans with souls. The more humans' souls were corrupted with greediness, the more their souls became tasty for Ahriman. Their souls were the source of Ahriman's life for thousands of years, he was one of the immortals.

Cleo said. "So, what you're saying is that there are actually two Gods?" Hannah asked. "That's exactly what I'm saying," Cleo clarified. "If that's true, then how come none of us knows about him?" Sader asked. "The reason the demons don't know is because Summum predates Lucifer. He existed way before Lucifer was created by Verum and that's why you don't know about him," She said to the demons, "because even the Devil doesn't know about his existence,"

“Look, demons aren’t our issue here but know that no we have two types of them. Demons of religions, those who worship one of the gods of the three religions and there are our demons the one who worship the moon goddess.” I opened my mouth to ask a million questions, but she shook her head, silencing me. “Let’s talk about my brother first. He is a Lycan. The first supernatural ever to be created by the goddess. He has an unstable beast that has a temper, so the goddess promised him a mate that will make him in control. Our beast is the one to choose the perfect mate for us due to our lack of better judgment as humans. I will tell you the story about the first Lycan in another time.”

"THE DARK LORD" The Dark Lord is the Lord of Chaos and Destruction, proprietor of the Underworld, as well as the primary patron of Witchcraft. He is the original and oldest and most powerful of the demonic legions, and his origin is to be found in the angelic hosts. His total possession showed evil imbalances, making possible a blend of the two intrinsic personalities inside the vessel.

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that

she cautioned and Vada quickly bow her head in apology “Because of the war that took place twenty thousand years ago, Samael has been in suffering and pains trying to find a cure, now that he found cure in this human, I should support his decision” she explained “Do you think a human could replace me? I’m the demoness of Vision” Vada nodded her head in support of her words and together they turn to the hall to watch more before returning back to the forest.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

An inescapable prison where the first war between gods and men was waged. Some claim it was the Originals who ignited it. Others say it was the wrath of primordial gods being overcome. No one who now lives was there to remember it, but my father speaks of this time like it is memory. Like it is fact—foundation and still poetry—that he’s kept about the first evil that descended. And more still, champions who gathered from across the cosmos and rose to defeat it. The Veyorn — Darkling Elves of the Mountains. North Lords and the origin of all Vampyric races. Men who needed only blood to survive the lifeless and lightless caverns of the darkest realms.