Demonic Presence Novels & Stories

What did you mean by that? Kiri: Spiritual Presence . In other words the strength of your soul or spirit or maybe your aura, I don't really know how to explain it too but I can feel it and see it. Most demons do. And how it influences you and your surroundings. And why are you asking me that? With that level of spiritual energy you should have noticed all the weird things around you that normal humans cannot perceive. ''I don't get it. What do you mean by weird things around me? Something supernatural??''

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?"

She always made sure to check on the people she cared about, ensuring that no demonic, unclean, or foul spirits were lingering around them. “This demonic spirit hid itself well,” she said grimly. “Maybe it only revealed itself now because it felt threatened when Riela started opening her heart to Lord Arturo.” Her expression darkened further. “Demonic spirits are destructive by nature. They don’t want their prey to heal or move on from the very wounds that gave them an opening in the first place, like trauma and fear. Lord Arturo became a threat to that, so the spirit manipulated Riela into pushing him away and worse…”

The dreaming void where the core of time exists. “Daniela.” Immediately stands from her seat and is more than determined to know the truth that’s been bothering her mind and currently. She suddenly felt a presence. A kind of mana that is not in this world does not scream to be a demon, yet she shouldn’t be too complacent about it.

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

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.

Queen Veronica utters. Demonica still tries to get up then she faces us looking so scary and angry. “That power is MINE!” Demonica screams as if she is starting to go crazy, her voice is not of Demonica or that echoing two voices rather it is a voice that we once heard on Demonica’s vision of the past where she met the black goddess.

"Or the demonic realm, or whatever you wolves call it. The place where Malachar's true form exists. Cornelius is bringing something through." Across the battlefield, I saw Damon engage Cornelius, trying to stop the ritual. But the High Priest had erected a barrier of dark magic around himself. Damon's claws scraped uselessly against it while Cornelius continued his chanting. "He's bringing something through!" Damon screamed to anyone who could hear. "Someone stop him!"

He stood at the entrance, ready to embark on his daring quest. As he approached the gates, the shapeless demons sensed his presence and began to materialize, their forms shifting and contorting in the darkness. Their eyes glowed with an eerie light, and their mouths twisted into wicked grins. Azazel knew that defeating these demons would not be an easy task, but he was prepared to face any challenge to reach his love Azrael.

“Considering you are not a demon… and I am.” His aura flared outward, brushing against my senses like barbed wire. I couldn't see him, but his voice was dark, and ancient in the way only demons who’ve seen too many centuries become. The kind of presence that didn’t just fill a space but devoured it. He wasn't just any demon, else he wouldn't have dared to come and confront me. I straightened, refusing to shrink back. “I’m here with someone.” He scoffed. “Yes. I saw that halfbreed prancing around the counter. He shouldn’t be bringing Blackcroft hounds into our realm. It stains the air.”