Demonic Presence 소설 & 이야기

He is trying to backstab his brother who loved him like his son. And Kiora? Fuck, she is here. That bitch used ‘Demonic Arrow’ and turned Cal against Zac. Demonic Arrow is one of the most dangerous spells which is used to hypnotize people and turn them into your puppets. The people lose their identity and become slaves of the masters, the person who had cast that malefic spell on them. They could do anything even murder as their sanity is at the helm of their master who then makes them dance to his tunes.

Damian collapsed on top of Alex, breathing hard, eyes clearing but still flickering with red sparks. “I’m… here,” he gasped, still buried deep inside him. “But it’s not gone. It’s sharing me. I can feel it. Whispering. Wanting control.” Alex held him tighter, kissing his temple, his scar, his lips. “We’ll fight it. Together. Like everything else.” They stayed joined, breathing together as the aftershocks rolled through them. The child kicked softly, almost reassuringly, the blue glow in Alex’s veins dimming. The demonic possession was incomplete.

The paramount strength lies in the capacity to subjugate minds. Ghost-eyed individuals possessed the extraordinary ability to infiltrate and manipulate minds. They could manipulate mental states, access, create, or erase memories, and induce hallucinations. It was this formidable power that Rukky sought to unlock and have me master. Yet, regrettably, I struggled to dismantle the barriers she erected within her own mind.

She licked his ear. “I don’t understand,” said Salem, exhaling between his words. “You know you will die if I claim you, yet you seek me out?” “We live to give power to the strongest,” moaned the Sister to his right. “To you, my Visceral Demon . . . ” “I did not expect her to die. And the changes to this place . . . quite severe.” Salem looked around at the thorns on the walls. “All from just one. Just the first . . . ”

The real alpha scrambled to his feet in sheer fear, his chair tumbling backward onto the stones with a loud crash as he pointed a shaking finger at his own perfect double. "This absolutely cannot be possible by any known laws of nature or wolf magic!" the alpha screamed, his face completely pale as his breathing turned into a series of panicked gasps. "Who are you, and what kind of demonic sorcery have you brought into our meeting hall tonight?" Damien smiled at his terror, walking slowly back to his seat at the high end of the table without a single care in the world. "Nothing is truly impossible in this valley as long as I am alive to guide our operations, my dear friend," he said softly,

Why did it have a spiritual presence as well? Just as Feral could wonder more, his eyes landed on the already feathered wings on the male’s back. It was beautiful, its virtue shone through at a glance and Dina was firmly convinced that this wasn’t just a physical transformation. Looking at her ‘wings’ one could tell a visible difference at a glance. One being superficial and almost looked artificial when closely observed and the other seemed to be imbued by a certain presence within it. That presence was holiness. But why would a demon possess holiness?

) Damian and Kiera were feeling chills, they were literally here yesterday trying their best not to be a ghoul dinner. "Didn't you warned us about not setting for in Daemoniom?" Damian asked while looking at Nerissa. She shrugged and explained the situation to him. Daemoniom is indeed a place where you are lure in to never come back but if the host is severely injured or in that matter unfocused, they cannot contain their guests or whoever their victim inside Daemoniom anymore which means that everyone will get back into their sense.

What is Pete actually planning to do to me at that ceremony? I move to the small bookshelf in my room, searching for anything about demons or dark magic. Most of the books are romance novels and etiquette guides, useless for my purposes. But tucked at the back, I find a thin volume on supernatural creatures. I flip through pages frantically until I find a short section on demons. The text is brief, clearly sanitized for general reading, but it gives me fragments of information. "Demons are entities from the Lower Realms, capable of manifesting in the physical world only through complex rituals. They require anchors to maintain corporeal form and powerful vessels to contain their essence."

They wouldn’t change a thing, nor would they budge the devil who’d plucked me from one hell, only to entrap me in another. Ronan Blackwood. The name rolled around my mind like a curse, heavy and bitter on my tongue. He had pulled me from Damien’s tight grasp, only to shackle me with chains of his own design. Yet, he hadn't harmed me—at least not in ways I could physically feel. Not yet. This was something far worse. I felt like a lamb led to slaughter, and the haunting silence that enveloped the mansion amplified the sense of anticipation, making me feel like prey waiting to be hunted.

he growls and I flinch as tears fill my eyes. I turn to walk away when I felt Mackenzie take my hand. I look back, looking between her and my boss with scared eyes. "She was thanking me for saving her life. Your employee was nearly sexually assaulted in your restaurant," Mackenzie says in a protective tone. "Who do you think you're talking to," Mr Jones snarls in her face. "Sir, do you know who you're talking to," the man from before asks and Mr Jones turns to him. "She's the Dhampir, Mackenzie."