Demonology Book By King James Novels & Stories

My main focus had been the books. A white piece of paper on the floor caught my attention, and I knew exactly what they had taken. The single sheet filled with my mother's writing must have slipped off the podium without them noticing when they stole the aged and large spellbook that I had used to summon my demon king.

Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries. Intrigued, she turned the cover, and saw that it was all in Latin. Luckily, her Latin was still good enough for her to translate in her head. The long title page read: “In which all the species and causes of spells are described and explained with the Philosophers and Theologians. With the ways to fight the illusions of Demons, and the refutation of the causes behind the power of Witchcraft. 1589. Venice.” Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to

He flashed her his death stare, and for a brief second, she thought of running to where her master stood. "That demons aren't real, because they are. And I would watch your man there carefully if I were you. He is a demon, a supernatural creature. How did you two even...it doesn't matter. My doom has come either way." She narrowed her eyes on him now. Visibly confused by everything he had said. It was the second time he was making such an accusation against her master, and now he was saying his doom had come. "What does that even mean?" Her bitterness was audible in her voice, visible in her eyes, but the older man did not seem to care.

Disgusting trash that he dared said was one of the worst rulers yet. With him, the demons had fallen even more into debauchery but it was probably what they wanted in the first place anyway. The two lords were coronated after the king to govern over the other regions while being supervised by the third lord who was also the king. The trap was the lord of the Land of Babel and was called Jezebel, followed by the dull-faced demoness who governed the Deadman Land and was called Skeleton, and finally, the lord of the Blood Sea and the demon king called Tempest. He had sparkling magenta hair with conspicuous yellow eyes which seem to glitter even more than the angel lord's. How could a demon poss

“You are a testament to the fact I have been neglecting my duties where my Lords are concerned…you should never have been brought into being…you are an abomination that should be destroyed.” Ruben lifted his head at those words, a shiver running down his spine in warning. Would the Demon King actually kill Kat? .

I picked it up and studied it. Black and red; it must have been made from cooled magma or something. A pentagram design drew my eyes first and an unreadable, infernal script covered the band. I could tell Kenton thought it was awesome, but he knew better than to voice that opinion in front of me. Meanwhile, Roderick examined a bookshelf. There weren’t many tomes in it, but it had caught his attention. He ran his fingers along the spines and tilted his head to read the titles. “Books on Demonology,” he muttered.

He had this gigantic grim on his face. His eyes glowed deep red— a primal hunger hidden behind them, which made my scalp tingle. He was creepy. A sexy type of creepy that one could only expect to uncover in a W*****d R–rated dark romance novel. My mouth immediately fell ajar. I tried speaking... I wanted to ask him what was going on but it appeared that even my tongue had become paralyzed by shock. “You are a conniving demon," he said. His slender fingers reaching out to grab my chin,

“Who is the next one on my list?” Then a laugher from hers echoes. Startling the birds resting on the tree, but delighted the crows with their red blood shut eyes that’s observing her for a while now. Somewhat enjoying what they are seeing, they are hearing and having. Like ordinary, no, corrupted demons that exist in the world. “Right!” A snap from her finger is then heard. Switching back to the time of her imprisonment inside JK subconsciousness, and right into the ticking time when, “THE piece of the King, and the aid of the Bishop.”

Jason said and reached for one of the books on the table. I turned to Mason, he seemed equally confused. “What did you read in the book, Jason?” Mason eagerly asked. “The spies said something specific. The king's eyes turned dark, he acted weird and in his Chambers, often coughed blood. He is always in his hall or chambers, stepping out only at nightfall. Everything about him points to a dark corner, hence...” Jason said and turned the book to us. I glared at it, there was a sketch and some illustrations about an ancient god. “Wait, I have read this. It's the shadow goddess..” I muttered.

The parish church next door stood dark, its doors locked, its stained-glass saints blind to what was about to happen in the small stone room behind the sacristy. Father Damien, thirty-two, lean, dark-haired, always impeccably groomed, sat in his black cassock with the top three buttons undone. His Roman collar lay discarded on the desk like a shed skin. In front of him: an old leather-bound book he had found sealed in the crypt during last year’s restoration, its pages brittle, its Latin script jagged and profane. He had told himself this was research. Academic curiosity. A priest studying demonology to better combat it.