Demonology Book Novels & Stories

It only took a couple years but it still happened, nature totally flipped over. Soon every human knew, every human claimed to have seen and encountered one of these mythical creatures and most of these humans were just as dumb as they could have been smart. Books began to pop up everywhere; "The art of demonology". "Summoning your inner demon". "To control a Spiritual being." You would think that after this end time exposure they would turn to the safe place, turn to the light, but no, instead they capitalized on it, humans were curious, and curiosity always killed the cat. In this case, curiosity killed the humans, nearly eliminating them.

Forgotten by all but me. And there, in the dark, I did the one thing I swore never to do. I summoned a demon. I knew the words. I had studied them once in secret, back when I was still naive enough to think knowledge alone was harmless. I carved the circle with chalk, then blood, then bone—just as the old book instructed. When the final syllable left my lips, the air rippled. The temperature dropped. And the wind died. Then he appeared. Not with fire. Not with thunder. But with a sound like pages turning.

"Allied or not, I want to know your motivation.” Tennebris rolled his eyes, but crossed his arms in front of his chest, and gently arched an eyebrow. "There is a book used to summon demons. There is a copy in the human world. And the dumb nun read a good part of it. That's why one of my demons was invoked. That's all I know.” "How many of them were invoked with her reading?” The question seemed to catch him off guard. Your expression faltered that seriousness a little. I kept staring at him with my chin up, without being shaken by anything.

"Have you read these books? I mean, have you read every page of each one?" "No, although I have learned quite a bit from it." The two men widen their eyes. "But what's going on anyway? Why are they reacting this way?" They both go into a deep silence, thinking about the best way to start the subject. The dark-haired demon points with his finger to the black-covered book. "That is a Grimoire of Dark Magics. You probably used some spell from here to summon me." Then he points to the other volume, the gray-covered one.

He tasted her tears, blood and saliva at the same moment. What would happen when Demon really caged an innocent young soul in his Demonic love? Welcome in DEMON'S CAGED Love [A/N :- A Semi-Dark Love Story of DEMON and SOUL. This book has some dark and disturbing content so read at your own risk. 18+ content] ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

"You are mine. Only mine. You belong to me. You belong to Erix Drystan. And this is your fate. I'm your fate." No! The only thing echoed in my head right now. He can't be my fate. I can't be His. I don't want a monster in my fate. As if he could read my mind, he smirked evilly, "Alas! You are stuck with a demon not a monster." He is truly a demon. And I couldn't digest the fact that my fate made me meet this demon and I don't know what things he has planned for me. A demon in black clothes and with red eyes is now in my life now. And now I have to fight this fate of mine.

“Yes. Naomi is going to run the sigil by her gran. She thinks she’s seen it before, so we should be able to get a name by tonight.” “Once you have a name, will you know how to kill it?” “Possibly.” I don’t know how to kill a demon that arose straight from Hell. I don’t even know how to perform an exorcism on one possessed. “You can read Latin, right?” “Right.” “There might be something in the Book of the Beast on how to kill demons.” “I will read through it.” He hands me the wine and sits on the bench next to me. “Thanks, babe.” I take another big gulp and reach for Lucas’s hand. “You don’t have to help me with this.”

he repeated, then continued walking. Esteria hesitated only for a moment before following the demon. They crossed a large room filled with peculiar, almost eerie portraits that seemed to watch them as they passed. The walls were adorned with ornate tapestries, and the passageway was illuminated by old-fashioned chandeliers that cast a warm, golden light. The intricate designs on the walls depicted scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

"But as I told you when we first met, defensive spell is tricky. It’s not just about stopping a blow; it’s about outsmarting the threat." He began pacing the aisles until he reached a high shelf, pulling down a thick, leather-bound volume that looked like it had been handled for centuries. He brought it over to a large wooden table and gestured for her to sit. "This is a new spell book I recently acquired," Edan explained, sliding it across the table toward her. "It’s dedicated entirely to the art of defense. Check it out." Zayla pulled the book closer, the heavy cover creaking as she opened it. The pages were filled with intricate diagrams and flowing script. She began to go through them on

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."