Demonic Spell Novels & Stories

Chapter 23: Realization ****************** "Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred. How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now send our children out into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return but knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?" -One Tree Hill

I spoke to the sky as though it were a person. I closed my eyes to recite the black magic spell to summon the Brakoon demon “Akkrisis! Traas traas, helmott, ek astraa rohek, kiironn, draa iksss straataa...! A dying son of Arakis has summon you for help!”

Forgotten by all but me. And there, in the dark, I did the one thing I swore never to do. I summoned a demon. I knew the words. I had studied them once in secret, back when I was still naive enough to think knowledge alone was harmless. I carved the circle with chalk, then blood, then bone—just as the old book instructed. When the final syllable left my lips, the air rippled. The temperature dropped. And the wind died. Then he appeared. Not with fire. Not with thunder. But with a sound like pages turning.

“This will help, keep going.” “Emperor Virion, a year ago cast the ultimate spell to communicate with demons locked in Tartarus for having too much power and evil thoughts against their master, Hades. Not one but three demons possess his body, undetected by Hades since only their souls inhabit the living. Their bodies are left in Tartarus. The three demons are supplying him with power to take control of this world and the new magic that is evolving, black magic interlaced with dragon shifters’ blood. Its power will soon surpass the gods.” Orion’s grip broke the banister. Creed pulled me further away from the railing. “Necromancing is forbidden,” Orion growled. “How did we not know!?” Bohdi,

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

If an ancient beast appeared on an ethereal beast pack, it would be making an ancient ethereal beast the strongest of all existing beasts. Then, there is also this taboo type of beast; the demonic beast. It was a type of beast that kills a lot of mages and feeds on their magic power. The more lives killed, the stronger it gets. Usually, these beasts were raised or tamed by evil mages that also feed on human lives and mana in order for them to be stronger. Evil mages were those normal mages that were too greedy and always wanted to get stronger by any means. In order to do that, they would use a forbidden spell that needed to take others' lives in order to raise their magic power. Usually, ev

It might be but that wasn’t a reason to spend it without honor. I slowly touched my wrist with a plain old dagger. No need for ceremonial knives here. My blood, black in the light of the moon, dripped onto the ground, and the candles set in the corners of the hexagram lit up in unison. And then I summoned them. Not with my words, or spells, or my voice, but with my demonic blood.

Summoning more of his power than he normally could - because he had just been deeply intimate with his chosen tom - and not knowing if the risk would pay off, Spitfire slunk around and slammed his power into the slip of a demon. He stole every bit of aura he could from the thing before it could even put up a fight. Praying he might be able to work the aura based on a theory he had, Spitfire tried to use the glamour spell all demons were capable of to turn himself into a black-furred tom. The Black Devil was known for his shape-shifting and any tom suddenly appearing wreathed in demonic aura would give most of these demons pause. This would be the greatest performance of Spitfire's life.

"Chaos shall rise from the pit of hell!" "Chaos shall rise from the pit of hell, this realm shall be consumed by its shadows!". the leader of the coven made one last incantation "As I cast this spell, a portal to the great beyond shall open, as the days of the celestial Goddess are numbered. the reign of the demons is here, hear me oh demon lord, as I command and stood fearlessly, I give my body to you lord Magnus, give me the power I desired to free you into this realm!"

) Josephine: Okay students now that you have all settled down let us start. I have placed you in groups because we will be learning demonic arts based on your colors. Even though your colors may vary . Demonic arts follow one fundamental rule. INCANTATIONS. To cast an incantation you must have the minimum required spiritual strength . In other words you must at least be able to crack a low orb. Then the specific spell depending on your colors and spiritual control to cast your spell. Some spells cannot be cast by certain demons because of the difference in your colors. That is the basis of the demonic arts.