Demonic Presence Novels & Stories

He looked up at me and grinned all seductive like. “Emmm..yes, that’s a good look. Are you aware, now dear, why I would want to see you so desperately?” “It’s their aura, the demon can feed off the energy and keep the possession going. Unlike humans, most others have mass supplies of it.” It was sickening the moment I realized it.

His deep voice seem to have some sort of magic as it lingered in her ear making her heart go wild. April lifted her eyes to meet his, her knees were completely weakened staring into those hauntingly ethereal grey eyes. The presence of the demon before her was enough to suck her energy. He was just too intimidating, his mysterious dark and icy demeanor felt like he was a monster, no, he was a monster disguised as a beautiful man.

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

“Or is it the alcohol? Stronger than it used to be, huh?” I just stared at him, rigid, trembling, brain short-circuiting. He sighed again and grabbed a handful of his dreadlocks with his free hand. “You’re stiff as a noble at his own beheading. Relax. I’m not here to hurt you. Promise.” When I felt his grip loosen, I smacked his hand away and stumbled back. “What the fuck are you?” He raised a brow. “A demon, of course. You summoned me, remember?” My jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me. A demon? What kind of sick joke is this? Demons don’t exist.”

She walked to the door on feet that felt like they belonged to someone else. She opened the door. And standing there was the Devil of Vercelli, Alessandro. He was not wearing a shirt. His chest was still bare, still speckled with dried blood that he had not bothered to wash off. His hair was loose and wild around his face. His grey eyes were not focused. They drifted across her face, her dress, her bare feet, and then back to her face, and they did not seem to quite land anywhere. He reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke. The smell was strong, almost overwhelming, the smell of a man who had been drinking alone in a dark room for hours.

But the memory plays in my head again and I feel too nauseous to get any amusement from it. “Well, Kaeden, we have a lot of things to tell you, none of which are in any way good.” Cressida, a high witch says. “But I must start with a question. Your father has, in all his years, committed several unspeakable atrocities, but none of this… well, this level. Do you have any idea what could have inspired this?” “I am afraid I might,” I admit. “My father has apparent relations with demons.” “Lamashtu demons.” Dolores says. “We are aware of a certain Scyla who has been playing a heavy hand in securing his immortality.”

I went back to hugging myself, my breast always gets into the of my self hugs. "Why would they call me, I have nothing to do with Lola", someone whispered behind me, their breath is hot on my neck. I move a bit to prevent the mouth heat from touching me and they move aswell, so close their knees were pressing into the back of mine. I turn so fast I give myself a whiplash. "Chill, Ben-Harry". Daniel Jegede. His voice why didn't I recognise it at first. "Daniel, why are you there? You weren't called". Ms. Angeline's nasal voice rang.

She stood from the bed and started to pace the room, her blonde pigtails fanning out behind her. "Lately there's been weird demon-like activity around New York. Mortals going missing, bodies turning up days after, mangled and blood-stained. The mortal police think it's homicide, but we think it's not. It's definitely the work of a demon, presumably a Greater Demon, as far as our Sensors can tell. We also began to notice a weird but consistent demonic presence around a particular girl in New York" Cassie stopped to glance at Maddie, then continued pacing "We took your blood when you were asleep and tested it. You're not a full demon, Maddie. There's still a hum

It was then that Torelli’s red eyes betrayed him, they shone in the distance. Again, Jesse took after him in full blast. He timed his approach and fired his haunches. He flew through the air, aiming for the neck. But it was too strong to rip off. The two stared balefully at the other for a few seconds until Jake approached menacingly and stopped as well beside Jesse, snarling. ‘I shall fight, but not today’ the demon said, forming rapidly back to the priest’s form who fell flat. And then appeared on the horizon abound of black clouds drifting towards the alps. Bats!

He remained perfectly still, his expression as unreadable as a mountain. “That isn't a mirror that reveals flaws, is it?” I challenged, my voice trembling with the aftereffects of the encounter. “No,” he admitted, his voice a low rumble. “It is an artifact of the Old World. Locked within its silver is a demonic entity—a minor underling of the God of the Underworld, reduced to a whisper meant to corrupt. They feed on your fears, Ersa. They don't just show you your darkness; they amplify it until it consumes you, leaving a hollow shell for them to possess.”