Demonic Vision Novels & Stories

My nose was bleeding. “it wasn’t just a dream,” I whispered hoarsely, dread creeping into my bones. Images slammed into my mind without warning. Emmalaine kneeling before a dark altar, her head bowed as shadows wrapped around her like living things. The Alpha’s crest burning, melting into flesh. Children screaming. Death. So much death. I clutched my head, rocking slightly as the visions faded, leaving me trembling and hollow. “Goddess,” I breathed, my voice barely sound. “What have you done to me?”

It showed them visions. In one, they saw themselves as kings of this world—ruling with the hybrid child as their heir, an empire of pleasure and power. In another, they saw Damian fully submitting, collared permanently, broken beautifully under Alex’s command. In a third, Alex was the eternal vessel—belly always full, used by the realm itself for endless breeding. Each vision tempted. Each tried to force a role. But they fought back. Even as they fucked again—Damian bending Alex over a glowing crystal outcrop, pounding him from behind while vines held his wrists—they whispered to each other.

All I see is the same darkness and nothing else. It would be even better if I just closed my eyes as long as there was no bandage. When I close my eyes, my eyes are dark and there is no light to see because I close them. But when my eyes are open and what I see is dark I still can't help but hope that there will be a miracle and all of a sudden I will be able to see. But can I still hope for the miracle that I will be able to see again even though my parents who are the light of my eyes have also been taken from me by heaven? "The doctor said that you can open your eyes now, Lauren," Uncle said later. A few seconds ago I still kept my eyes closed.

Queen Veronica utters. Demonica still tries to get up then she faces us looking so scary and angry. “That power is MINE!” Demonica screams as if she is starting to go crazy, her voice is not of Demonica or that echoing two voices rather it is a voice that we once heard on Demonica’s vision of the past where she met the black goddess.

But it's her eyes—brilliant green orbs full of fire and unspoken strength that ensnare me. The vision shifts. A demon looms, a grotesque predator whose presence sends waves of fury through me. It targets her and an older woman, her mother perhaps. The demon's attack is merciless, scorching the older woman from the inside out, leaving her broken and lifeless. Another scene flashes before me: a man, her father, sleeping soundly as the same demon descends, its claws tearing through him with monstrous precision.

"And what kind of a demon might that be?" "Belial," I cut in, gathering everyone's attention. Sudden wariness rose in me, but then Ash grabbed my hand, encouraging me to speak. "I saw Drystan making a deal with this demon in my vision," I explained. "In a vision?!" Cyrus laughed. "This is ridiculous!"

The horrid sight and odor have my gut retching to the pit. That’s it! I have had enough of this shit! Damon is a demonic incarnate of whoever the devil in hell might be. My tail of courage tucked between my legs in cowardice, creeps slithering down my spine and the large part of my brain screaming at me to get the hell out of here before someone might catch me sneaking in this place. However, as I was about to abandon this petrifying quest, the sound of metal clacking caught my attention. Snapping my neck to the source, my heart sank to my feet with what I saw.

I spat in disgust, my voice laced with venom. Damon's eyes blazed with fury, but before he could respond, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me. I stumbled backward, my head spinning as a vision flashed before my eyes. In the vision, I saw chaos and destruction, a future wrought with pain and suffering. But even as I tried to make sense of the vision, it slipped away like smoke in the wind, leaving me gasping for breath and trembling with uncertainty. Damon regarded me with a mix of confusion and suspicion, "what did you see?" he inquired.

He forced himself to go even deeper this time, probing the dark abyss of the demon’s being as best he could. Violent, whirling images of malformed creatures and rotting shrubs and trees spun through his brain, like objects caught up in a churning whirlwind. These images were not things he had actually seen—they were pictures he had somehow viewed inside Lamashtu’s evil mind while she possessed him. Where they came from and what they meant did not matter. They were not what he was seeking, not what they needed.

Oscar felt his spiritual consciousness being destroyed. His pupils turned blood-red, and strands of blood spread through his eyes as a daemonic essence surged within him, transforming him completely. Oscar’s gaze became icy, filled with intense murderous intent. He waved his hand, creating a barrier around himself as waves of daemonic essence emanated from his body. He knew he had to control it. If anyone noticed, it could spell disaster. The Universe Alliance was originally formed to fight the daemons, and exposing himself was too risky.