Demonic Sentence Novels & Stories

As said by Maddox's father, there is really no way to get rid of them unless the ritual is complete. "Hey I found something interesting.Demons have an enhanced sense of smell and taste.They can sense the other souls, higher ranked demons can even force the evil souls for submission. Gray eyed demons belong from the highest rank and are the cruelest.But there's something more dangerous, two demons combined together can do massive destruction." Martha paused, her face pale as she looked up at me. "You said the Lycan Kingdom had a demon trapped and and.. our Alpha also has a demon which means both together in one place"

she said, a bit dazed. “Yes, you do. That’s why you called me. You love having my cock in your mouth.” Libia blinked several times. “No, this is wrong. I’m just sick, but I’ll be cured soon.”

Horror filled them, except Slaemann who savored the spectacle with relish. ‘This is the crib of the damned’ intoned the guardians. ‘And why the hell is the hell of murder our stop. The crib of the damned souls. The volcano! The damned. Pray he wasn’t a whitewashed tomb lest we might spend longer years here.’ they panicked ‘But he’s never harmed anyone.’ Emre tried to explain

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.

How he focused his real emotions on his closest family and ignored the rest of the world. It was what The Demonic taught him. On the day he was forced to make his first kill, the Demonic looked at him and said.. " You are a black Panther and a cat's business is to protect and feed it's family and pack. Every other animal is fair game." This sentence became the Gospel, a maxim. He was made to personify it and repeat it along with several other similar claims every morning before his lessons, he ranted them during physical training and they were his words of prayers before going to bed at night.

That woman can cause more damage with her words than anyone can with torture tools. “My Lord, I didn’t mean to offend you. Ever, I swear, I have never thought of ever disappointing you like this,” the demon coughs. As my eyes focus on him, I can’t help but feel disgust. Mortals speak of us as higher, immortal beings, capable of anything, but instead, my home is filled with weaklings like him. Pathetic. “You’re just as useful as tits on a bull,” I snarl, realizing that I am, in fact, turning into some alternate version of Lenox. God damn it.

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

My heart raced, but I kept my grip around it despite him wrapping his hand around my wrist, bruising and cutting it. “Locus daemonis obscuri est in inferno. Redi ad infernum unde venisti, inverte tenebras quas in terram nostram misisti et effunde lucem quae per noctem splendeat.” A dark demon's place belongs in hell. Return to the hell that you came from, reverse the darkness that you have cast on our grounds and cast the light that shall shine through the night. My voice was low as I chanted, but I was sure that my words were clear enough.

As Maria uttered the name of God, a profound transformation began to unfold. The world around her slowed, and with a commanding voice, she banished Lucifer's demons, including the formidable Behemoth, with a simple "Begone!" Her voice resonated throughout the building, leaving a trail of exorcised demons in its wake.

The scent of the demon was stronger now, a sharp, acrid odor that filled the air. The demon stood in the center of the hut, unmoving, like a grotesque statue. Claud approached it slowly, every sense on high alert. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the demon’s cold, unyielding flesh. For a moment, it remained lifeless, and then suddenly, a voice echoed through the air, commanding it to attack.