Demonio Amon Novels & Stories

In one swift motion, it extended a hand, releasing a beam of divine energy that enveloped the demon. Mr. Lancaster let out a bloodcurdling scream as the divine light seared through his demonic form. His body disintegrated into ash, his evil essence banished from existence. The wind carried away the remnants, leaving no trace of the once-powerful demon. Amelia, witnessing her father's demise, fell to her knees, her demonic form dissipating. Tears streamed down her face as she embraced her lost humanity. "Forgive me," she sobbed, her voice trembling with remorse. "I... I didn't understand what I was doing."

The demon dropped Mina carelessly, turning his gleaming eyes on Jo. Amused. Curious. Another cloud formed beside him, coalescing into a second demon. "You’re hiding your scent," one said. "Unmask. Now." Jo's mind raced. Aamon-class demons. Brilliant. Deadly. She cast another dome around Mina. "You want me?" she snapped. "Come get me." Without waiting for a response, she sprinted down the riverbank, away from the others, drawing the threat with her. She didn't dare look back. Didn’t dare slow down.

Suddenly, a memory tugged at my mind's eye, and I was pulled into it. I was younger, pinned down to an altar with shackles. The Luna stood at the center. Elric's mother. Her presence was suffocating. Power rolled off her in waves, her silver ceremonial robes dragging across the floor. Astraea growled in warning. "What—what is this?" I whispered, panic choking me. The Luna smiled. "You're a Damaris," she said softly. "Abominations like you should be purged out of the pack." My breath hitched in my throat.

Idamus looked worried. “I currently have her contract holder, Scott McGowen within these walls and will be summoning her Demon Lord…I didn’t think it safe for her to be anywhere near here tonight.” “Oh, I see…that’s a shame for me…however I offer my services to you in this ritual.” Ruben drew back in surprise. “There is no need for you to do that, Idamus…your warlocks were more than enough last time.” “Never the less, I am here so you might as well use me…” .

Clea was too shocked to say anything. "You're a descendant of the Goddess Fló. A sworn protector of this town and the towners. A witch that became a demon. Ohalo is awakening the formerly asleep demon energy in you." "Demon?!" Kali exclaimed again. Clea was shaken. She didn't even know what being a Demon meant. There was no way for her to believe it since she didn't even understand. No wonder. It was close to what Kali theorized;

I said deliberately, "It isn't your fault. Allison's death isn't your fault, your father's death isn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong, sometimes we just have to accept things no matter how ugly they are." The agony I saw in his eyes made my heart break but I didn't stop speaking, "That's just how life is; one minute you have everything you could possibly want and the next you're being dragged down into this never ending pit of darkness. But you see, the dark isn't all that bad, once you accept it, once you stop panicking, you realize that the darkness is actually a part of you and you can't really fear something that is a part of you. You know, I've always s

"Do not test my patience again." He turned and strode away, leaving them to nurse their wounds. He had more pressing matters to attend to. A meeting had been called in the royal chamber, and his presence was required. Entering the grand room, El-Kharis found the other demon royals already assembled. The god of fire, a towering figure with molten eyes and hair like flames, glared at him. His skin was a deep, burnt crimson, and heat radiated from him in waves. Beside him, the earth demon, solid and imposing, watched with a stony expression. His form was like living rock, with veins of precious metals glinting through his granite-like skin. The water demon, fluid and ever-changing, regarded him

Do you know why your name is Amon? - It was the name my mother chose. - No. Dimon Shadow, your father, chose that name especially for you. Your name means “the hidden one”. Amon is also the name of the Marquis of Hell, the one who commands forty legions of lesser demons. Like him, you will command legions of werewolves less than you. That will restore justice and the good name of your family. Choosing your name was the greatest proof of the love your father had given you. It means that he hid you from the eyes of the world so that, even if he died, you would follow in his footsteps, as he followed in his father's footsteps.

He lowered the pistol, calmly sliding another round into the chamber, his cold eyes tracking Damon as though he’d been waiting for this moment. It was the second that I reached Giovanni that my eyes widened when I saw a demon colliding with him, the two of them clashing against one another as if they were more than just ready for this. Damon came for anger. He came to get his rage and his revenge. The ground shook beneath their clash, claws on steel, fury meeting calm cruelty. Anger, meeting, hate. Everything. Enemies, war, rage, everything collided into this simple moment. I knew that Ethan saw this. I knew that he wanted to go to her, but he was also rushing towards Giovanni. He was not go

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.