Demonic Vision Novels & Stories

“Their sacrifice will not be in vain. We fight not just for survival, but for the future they believed in—a future of peace and unity.” The pack responded with a howl, their voices rising in unison. For a moment, I felt their strength and their trust, and it bolstered my resolve. As the crowd dispersed, I found myself staring into the fire, its warmth doing little to chase away the cold knot of fear in my chest. Then, the vision hit. I saw Damien, his dark eyes gleaming with triumph. He stood over a fallen Lucian, his claws dripping with blood. The sound of my scream echoed in the distance, helpless and raw. The vision was brief but searing, leaving me gasping for breath.

--- One by one, the group stepped forward to face the Sentinel’s test. Damon: The mist surrounded him, and he was confronted by a vision of his younger self, standing over a battlefield littered with bodies. “Is this what you’ve become?” the vision asked. “A man defined by death and destruction?” Damon nodded despite clenching his jaw. "I may be a murderer, but I defend the weak." The vision faded, and the Sentinel allowed him to pass.

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.

Dominic had finished his shower and cleaning up. He was on his computer when Alex returned from the kitchen with food this time. Then he had a vision. Alex had seen the blanked look come across Dominic, and his eyes went pure white. Dominic was having his first vision of many more to come. He was now looking at an image of Henry and his parents. The same vision Amber had he received. However, when it ended, he got a glimpse of Amber and how she collapsed in her living room. He felt, he saw, he could smell the blood of the parents, he felt the vileness of Mara and her Clan, and he felt the despair of Henry and Amber.

He made a you’re-so-dead gesture with his hands across his neck and I knew now that I was so done with this class. “Because Victor, or perhaps Pauline as Leah has suggested, had plucked eyeballs with red eyes from a Lord, the highest ranking of demon, it proved that demons could not, after all, shape-shift because shape-shifters’ eyes turn full white when dispatched from the body and gain an irregular shape. This further proves our first point that demons kidnapped young girls by manipulation, trickery, bribery, and blackmail, like they deceived people. Those are four very important things to note, I’d advise you to jot…”

It was so implausible for me to believe him being here, somewhere deep inside me—there were doubts if I was just not hallucinating the scene before me. His charcoal-dark eyes stared at me the whole time, and the moment I felt I was being watched, I knew he must be him. His eyes were so black, so scorching, so deep, and so grim that I wondered if I had just, not a very long time ago, seen a very brimming storm inside of them. Such black pools of the storm. His eyes were demonic. Not just his eyes, but as a whole, he was a demon. I decisively agreed.

Choking, near to throwing up everything I'd ever eaten in my entire life, I sagged forward and stared into the smoke-filled darkness. Glass softly tinkled to the ground, the single bulb over the pentagram shattered, the shards previously suspended by power now free to fall to the concrete. My demon snarled inside me, shuddering as she struggled to recover. But it was Shaylee who offered me vision, softly showing me a sight I wished I could then erase.

"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.

I say quietly, fighting the urge to go suck what's left dry. I don't wait for them to say anything and run off to where I smell the blood. I see a woman braced against the side of the building and two puncture wounds on her neck. There's a vampire, her blood still smells fresh. That's when I felt a knife enter my waist from someone behind me. I turn to see a vampire, blood staining his mouth. He takes one look in my eyes and his widen in fear. "Dhampir," he says scared.

OURS ALONE. The demon showed me images in my mind. Valerie in a beautiful room, with everything she could ever want. But no windows. No doors. No Neal. Just me. Just us. The vision should have horrified me. But a part of me... a dark part... found it appealing. To never worry about her safety. To never see her look at another man. To have her completely... I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts. "That's not me. That's you."