Demonic Spell Novels & Stories

Pouring herbs into the bowl Kirill looked at me and said, “There's no time. This is really nasty shit, and Nash’s will be ten times worse than what he's inflicted on Marcus. It only gets stronger, so it must be vanquished ASAP.” Glancing at Marcus I could see the worry in his wrinkled brow. “What is it going to do to you?” I asked Kirill. Pinching his lips he scrunched his face and said he wasn't certain. Apprehensive, I stood next to him as he finished mixing the ingredients and flipped the yellow page of the ancient spell book. “Is he going to be able to perform the spell,” I asked my wolf. “If he follows the directions, he will. He has demon blood, which will allow him to do dark magic,”

The alphas bowed their heads in absolute submission and quickly filed out of the stone chamber through the side tunnels, their heavy steps fading into the distance until only Damien and Lyra remained in the quiet room. Damien walked slowly around the table until he stood directly in front of the silent woman, his eyes narrowing as he began to chant a dark, guttural spell in the ancient language of the temple priests. "Formam mutato, sanguis et ossa reformate, faciem alterius assume," Damien chanted, his deep voice vibrating through the very air as a thick, purple luminescence began to pour from his fingertips. He placed his large palm directly onto Lyra’s head, and a sickening sound of shift

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.

"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.

Now that I have all the resources and support I can utilize to reclaim my life, I will use it to the fullest and live with this contract even if I have to give my soul to the contractor. “It’s done my Lady, as long as it is you, I can give everything, even if I destroy this Kingdom.” Hold on, just what on earth this demon wants from me?