Demonic Presence Novels & Stories

they asked in chorus. “Why are the women frozen and who was that woman speaking a minute ago?” a guy asked in puzzlement. “I’m here!” Demetria said in her visible form. She's wearing a black ensemble with a flowing black cape and a sinister mask covering her face. She looks like a demonic woman rising from hell. For dramatic effect, she added the illusion of flames burning brightly behind her back. The men stared at the scary apparition in front of them. Dementia spoke in a commanding voice. “Boys, listen up. I will burn this room down if you don’t start fighting each other. Whoever stays alive at the end of the game will be allowed to leave the room freely. I will start counting from 1 to 1

Swallowed whole by the darkness that awaited me in this demonic realm. "No!" I sobbed, but just as sorrow threatened to overwhelm me, a new presence emerged, a glimmer of light in the abyss. I sensed the familiar aura, the reassuring warmth of another, piggybacking on the demonic magic that bound me. With a surge of hope, I turned to look at the demon to see my steadfast ally, lunging through the darkness that had torn me from my world.

Mom cried and began to sob. I hugged Mom. “Please, don’t cry. I am sure that Mr. Demetri knows what to do.” “These demons are stubborn. He must have brought friends,” began Desmond. “I need to go inside and lock the door. Don’t come after me.” “No! Don’t go inside.” I grabbed Desmond’s arm. “If there are more of them and only one of you, wouldn’t they overpower you?” “I need to go. They are here for war, and I must defend us. Blood is what they crave. I can sense death spells in the air,” said Desmond.

"I did. The Lycan Confederate ran inconclusive tests so a sorcerer was employed to know what exactly we're up against. The cave of desolation was open and these demons killed some people and possessed their bodies. They're going to cause more havoc if they're not returned back." "How will that be possible?" Damien asked, looking bothered. "We'd know very soon." Damien nodded. "Well, I already made announcements and by evening, the palace should be filled with spectators."

“I know. But I have some trusted men to—“ “We asked the Archmages from Galadhor to handle the investigation while they are on their stay here in Glacia. Earlier, they have found a sense of a demonic presence inside the walls of the citadel.” Kael looked at Councilor Vornell with wide eyes. “Demonic presence?” he said, his pitch a bit higher than normal. “We were as shocked as you are … They said it would take some time before they could track the presence, as the demon seemed to have cast a concealment magic to avoid being traced. But they assured us they will find it soon enough.” “I … see.” Kael cursed inside his head as he to

Find the people who did this and offer them to rebuild the houses,” he said to me as I shook my head. “Then why the fuck is the alpha getting surprised that rogues attacked his pack?” I asked him and he swallowed hard, looking at his bitch. “I don’t know” he shrugged his shoulders, acting arrogant again as I scoffed softly. “It wasn’t rogues. Look at the bucking place. No sign of burned down buildings,” ‘If it wasn’t rogues, then could it be—“He paused before he could finish his sentence. “Sirens.” I added as he gasped.

Her demeanor shows her awareness of her attractiveness and she reveled in it, turned her body slightly towards the doorway and positioned herself in a manner which shows her most attractive angle and pushed her ample chest, attracting even more lascivious attention. She tilted her head into a more seductive pose, strands of her hair partially hiding her eyes, unseen to everyone, the irises of her eyes which were dark, glowed dark red and a lighter shade around the pupils, giving an eerie feeling. She gave a low sinister chuckle. ************************************************************************************************

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

I’m deeper still. The smell is rancid as I descend the steps into a damp and cloyingly warm chamber sitting past that first picturesque mausoleum. A pentagram is burned into the earth here, and I mean it is actively alight and glowing, like cherry red coals in a fire. Stood inside is a thrashing mass of what looks like tar and shadow and crimson eyes – Even with Ashmedai in control, my body vomits at the sight of it, the feel of him-- “Daniel,” Christian softly calls. He’s stood trapped in the center of that pentagram, glowing with heavenly light. The demonic mass is nowhere to be seen, but I know that thing is still lurking here, right behind Christian's breathtaking, stolen image.

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