Demonology Stories Novels & Stories

demon:- since your lap is too comfortable, why don't I tell you my story, I was like you but I was small around 7 years old, my family have a cafe, it was nice but my father start his company and he got success and got married to rich business women, and he forgets all about us, I know my mother suffered, she was ill and died, I thought he going to come and see her, but he doesn't even know she is death, I was ill-treated by other, I saw true hell and betrayal, but he invited me to live with him, I was happy and I taught of forgetting all his sins, but when I go there, there were women, her second wife who miss treat me and she even tried to kill me, and I live in a big apartment all alone u

“I’m no expert on the subject, but what you’ve described smells of demon work to me. The Indians who used to live in this area long held that the Noises were the work of a demon trying to escape from underground. Perhaps they were more right than we knew.” “A demon, huh?” Dominic mused. “You could be right. My people faced demons in the past…but that was many, many ages ago, long before I was born. Long before my waziri mentor was born, and his mentor, too. I know few details, but it is said they were the most powerful enemies my people ever faced.”

I changed the topic, “Millions, sex demons are categorized into, incubi and succubi, wrath demons, deception demons, demons of dispute... So many of them,” he whispered. “Ok, well I hope I can be a better leader then Eve II, I'll try but...we should get some rest, we are going to need it for later,” I chuckled “Ok, good night Lil,” he uttered. “Good night Damon,” I mumbled.

I eagerly straightened my back and waved my hands in the air, “No, please don’t worry. I will never tell anyone” Dacre chuckled, “Even if you do tell anybody, I doubt they would believe you.” I sighed. Part of it was true. Demons and monsters were what we used to listen to as stories that would put pups to sleep, not make grown up men and women cower in fear. They were just a folktale that nobody believed in but were told to the kids to make them behave. “So the demons are real. The stories are real…” I muttered to myself. Dacre looked troubled but he said something that made me think,

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

“Situations change, Idamus…either way doesn’t change the issue that I need your help with.” “Hmm…” Idamus nodded, as he thought. “I’m just concerned…everything that seems to be happening right now is because of this demon.” He raised his hand in a plea at Ruben’s icy glare as his eyes started to blaze. “Hear me out…if you please…conflicts have arisen within your clan and that of Lord Semenov, you have taken responsibility for the slaughter of humans and the burning of two locations in the South of the city…there is also conflict arising from a werewolf pack up state that your men raided, fought with, killed and arrested the survivors for drug dealing…meanwhile reports coming in clearly state

said King Oannes. "Isn't it true that my words are my friends? Even though I'm not the only human who can first find out a story that is millions of years old, but at least I have entered from one of the many humans who live in the world and in the end I can find out the ancient stories of the People Demon" Said the General seen the king smiled "Well, I will continue my story to you. So when the Archangels started coming to each other they had time to say something to the demons." Said King Oannes to continue his story

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

They all had a small story to tell. “um...Miss Hunnie The Demon King's mate ...There was a time where he...um....he...um kick some witch out because she....um...um...she did dark magic, but she wasn't even a dark witch!" They all would shiver as if the story was so scary. I ignored most of them as they couldn't have been no older than ten years old and I didn't want to let stories that could have been made up, affect my view on Bahm, because it made him sound even more of a revolting monster.

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.