Demonic Sentence Novels & Stories

Kat came to stand beside him, her hand upon his shoulder. As all the demons raised their heads Scribe suddenly bellowed out. “All hail Demon Lord Ruben, our master of the Ninth Circle” The demons all boomed out in their loudest voices. “Hail Demon Lord Ruben!” Three times before falling silent and expectant. Ruben glanced up at Kat. “What now? I really hope they aren’t expecting a speech.” “No…” She giggled behind her hand. “You can tell them to ah…fuck off, now.” Scribe said with a little amusement.

Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror. The demon's presence surged within him, stirring the dormant power that lay within his veins. Its malevolent whispers filled his mind, taunting him, tempting him to embrace the darkness. Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose.

Demonic forms screamed in agony, their malevolence no match for his steely determination. One Demon, his body damaged by horrific wounds, teetered on the brink of defeat amid the melee. Another remained unbroken, unwavering in his aim to break Xavier's resolve. The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm.

Surprisingly I was the one saying more than two words to Liam He suddenly became so quiet. It seems my word has taken its effect. Suddenly the world started crumbling, turning to something very different, filled with the aura of evil. Demons were sprouting out everywhere. " Damn!" Liam cussed, as we both fought them off. " No wonder, I felt something was wrong, you were terribly nice towards me, '' Liam said. His words made me speechless. " You were so nice that I couldn't believe it myself " He continued

Jennifer screamed and I quickly covered her mouth. “What? You want to implicate me?” I rebuked in a low tone and removed my hand from her mouth. “I’m sorry, but wait, I still can’t believe what you are saying. Russell, a demon? How can you say he is a demon? Haven’t you heard stories about demons before? Demons are scary creatures, black from head to toe with long horns and red eyes that you can never glance at. The man I saw earlier is the complete opposite of a demon. Tell me something else, Muriel,” Jennifer let out in disbelief, waving off my explanation with her hand.

I tried to lighten my mood with a joke. “Yeah, something like that.” Hana chuckled. “So Isak is an angel, and Harris and some of the guys at DKE are nephilim. Aidan is a demon, an incubus demon, to be exact. There are three kinds of demons...” Hana started to explain. “Wait. Incubus? Like the masculine succubus? McFingers is a sex demon?” I asked.

"Tell me what's wrong, Rhema" I murmured some gibberish to myself. "This is the problem. You won't talk to me and then you click the self destruct". She's trying to catch up with me on the curb. "Abroko wrote again and it's all about you. They are calling you an addict, you're addicted to the Origin. They are calling the reason she was murdered Origin". "They can call me whatever they want".

“So change your statement into ‘our’ familiars having feasts with ‘our’ bones, yeah?” “Maleficent!” Damon screamed with anger that muted the effects of the spell, his scream scaring the crows that were flying by. Oops!

Grabbing the 'leader' by the back of his neck, we spun him around and lifted him to meet our cold firey eyes. "You know, little ones, it's been a long time since I've had the pleasure of devouring a sickened soul such as yours, would you witness your god at work?!" We said, in a tone that could only be described as demonic and twisted, cold and firey hot at the same time as if death itself was speaking through us.

He lets out a guttural roar, his claws scraping against the tabletop as he slams his fists down. The other demons fall silent, their attention focused on the spectacle unfolding before them. Hazel's heart races as she watches the scene unfold, her mind reeling with the realization that she has been thrust into a world where violence and chaos reign supreme. Damon's gaze never leaves Hazel's face as the demon's outburst echoes through the hall. With a wave of his hand, the creature falls silent, its eyes still blazing with a feral intensity. "All hail Lord Xorax, my most trusted general," Damon announces, his voice booming through the chamber. "He has brought word of a potential threat to our