Demonio Amon Novels & Stories

I didn't trust for a minute that he would give up his vendetta against me and mine. "And who the fuck are you?" the hell hound snarled at him, as if just now taking notice of my reluctant companion. The demon summoned a blade of wind to his hand and ran a hand through his hair. "You've taken my Luna, all of you will die for touching her." He pointed his blade at each of them. "Wait," Amanda called. Her head jerked up as she focused on him. But he didn't listen to her. He rushed forward toward the hound. The beast tried to bite him while darting forward, but the demon jumped over him, his fingers stroked the back of the creature before he landed behind him and slashed with his blade.

They saw her alone, easy, and they moved in like starving wolves. Fornication. One of mankind’s proudest talents. Now she sits there, curled in sorrow. And for some damn reason, a thought slithers through my mind: Maybe I should cheer her up. Ridiculous. I’m Paimon. Demon King. Ninth Circle Prince. I strip souls bare and feed them to nightmares. My joy is in their screams—not their smiles. But… I know her weakness. Food. I sat beside her, snapped my fingers, and summoned a burger with my Demonic Energy—three thick patties, lettuce, tomato, bacon, and enough grease to clog a mortal's soul.

DAMON Amon shifted midair and shimmered down to me. It must be nice having demon blood. He can flit through the air and conjure up clothing on demand. "Damon!" He nods to me. "Amon," good to see you, friend. Can you cover my post? My mate took off into the woods, and she hasn't come back. We took fire, but the gunfire stopped, so I assume she killed them, but she should have been back by now unless she is hurt."

Fabian emerged from where he'd been waiting in the shadows, his hands raised to show he wasn't a threat. Amon's expression went cold. His hand moved to his weapon. "What is he doing here?" "He's been helping me translate Camryn's journals. He knows about House Gold, about…" "He's a disgraced vampyre who drinks anomaly blood." Amon's voice was ice. "You brought him here. To this." "I need his help, Amon. He knows things about the Houses that…" "I don't care what he knows." Amon took a step toward Fabian.

If things got out of hand, perhaps Lucifer might also get dragged into the situation but for now, it was up to him to make things right. He was trying to figure out the problem with his trusted advisor - Amon. Amon was a fallen angel and the seventh of the 72 spirits of soloman. In Hell, Amon is a strong and powerful marquis. He appears first as a wolf, but on a magician's command, he will take on the shape of a man with a raven's head and dog's teeth. He accurately tells about the past and the future. He also makes men and women fall in love with each other and he settles disputes between friends and enemies. Amon rules over 40 legions of demons.

“For your trial, I shall tell you my name before I kill you kid! My name is ……..” “Aamon, the demon of wrath who serves under the arch-demon Azazel! I know what you are demon.” He interjects. “I am honoured!” A sneer appears on Gurudza’s face, Aamon is perplexed by this. “Why are you laughing, kid?” he asks confused. “Divine punishment!” he shouts and lightning strikes Aamon giving Gurudza enough time to escape. At the Dark Forest “Did you feel that power, Garamba?” Gwanhoya asks looking up in the south direction where Gurudza went.

It was then that Torelli’s red eyes betrayed him, they shone in the distance. Again, Jesse took after him in full blast. He timed his approach and fired his haunches. He flew through the air, aiming for the neck. But it was too strong to rip off. The two stared balefully at the other for a few seconds until Jake approached menacingly and stopped as well beside Jesse, snarling. ‘I shall fight, but not today’ the demon said, forming rapidly back to the priest’s form who fell flat. And then appeared on the horizon abound of black clouds drifting towards the alps. Bats!

I grab the bars of the cell, halting just in time as I am about to touch Emma’s wrist to pull her away from them. I observe the silver burning into her skin as she keeps her widened eyes on me. Looking down at her, I start gripping the bars to bend them apart. As I’m doing everything to get them off her, Amon’s voice resounds in my head, as strong as ever. ‘Shift your hands into your demon form.’ He must be sensing that I’m grimacing, not convinced at all about what he asks me to do, causing him to groan. ‘Can’t you trust me once, kiddo?’

Lysan felt a huge lump in his throat and he looked away. "Lysan." Dyleon grabbed his arm. "What does he want?" "He wants—" Lysan swallowed. "He wants me." Dyleon's face went white. "What?" “He said he was going to help me, but on one condition. Me. I'd be at his beck and call when he needs it.” The words tasted bitter in Lysan's mouth—how convenient. The Demon King Lysan killed in his previous life was after him now—and it wasn't good.

He barely dodges the damn thing and stares at me like he didn't expect any consequences after threatening to kill my woman. "One. More. Word. About. My. Woman." I growl out word after word, taking one step at a time. Amon backs away until he hits the wall. "Just one word, and I'll rip out your oesophagus with my bare hands. Or, I'll make you watch as I kill the woman who disowned me a moment ago. Then, it's your turn. You'll beg me to kill you. Believe me, I'll make sure your death is agonizing, inhuman, and torturous. Underestimate me, Amon; I fucking dare you!" Eventually, I understand that the furball fought his way to the surface. I don't sound like myself- my voice becomes deep, and I'd