Demons Battle Novels & Stories

“It was a demon that murdered my parents eighteen years ago, and while I would like to believe that everyone deserves kindness, no matter what species they are, I’m having trouble with that. Demons scare me more than anything else in this world.” I can feel her eyes on me, and I know she is waiting for me to respond. I take a deep breath, trying to come up with the right words to say. “I understand why you might be afraid of demons,” I say finally, my voice soft. “But not all demons are the same, just like not all werewolves are the same. We all have our own stories and reasons for being the way we are.” Camilla nods slowly, her expression thoughtful. “I suppose that’s true. I shouldn’t judg

I said confidently. "That's all I wanted to hear boy" he said with a bitter smile. He just want me to spit it out myself. He sure know what the devil did to me and knows I've been trying to get his life. "You are not the only one that is unto that demon. He might be powerful but when we join forces, he's no match for us. This time around he bit more than what he can chew" he said with his eyes glowing. I was glad that alpha Callus too was angry. We need rage to face that demon.

I wiped my tears and looked at her. “Do you…believe in hell, Mom?” I asked. Her brows furrowed. “Yes? I really didn’t know Majesty but the bible says that it exist for the bad people who commit sins when they were alive,” she said. “They become a demon, Mom?” She was now confused on my questions but I really have to ask it. “No…they are being punished by the Demons, Majesty.” “Then where did the Demons came from?”

Kyra sighed just get on with it already Thanis began to do battle with his opponent so far he was holding his own with his swordsmanship he was also amazingly fast with his technique As thanis crossed blades with his opponent a burst of power came out driving back the angel he had been fighting When suddenly the hair on the back of kyra's neck stood up and she felt an ominous feeling crawling over her flesh that made a cold chill wash over her The entire arena fell silent all of sudden even thanis and his opponent paused their battle What's going on? she breathed Samuel? I can sense demons he reported but that's impossible there is no way demons would be able to breach Sparda A roar suddenly

" Neither of us says anything else. This is the battle we've been preparing for. Please let us find a way for all of us to survive. ______________ Midnight All of the pups, elders, and others who aren't fighting are hidden in the basement of the pack house. The rest of us are waiting outside, ready to face the demons. Mav and I are standing in front of the others, holding hands. Lightning fills the sky, and the temperature drops a few degrees. The three demons appear about fifty yards from us. They are dressed in black, with their faces partially covered by their long black cloaks. One of them laughs, causing a chill to run down my spine. When he speaks, the temperature drops even more. "Pre

Albrighton bowed, leaving the room. Joe looked at Emily, who was still sleeping. She was pale, and skinny. She could have died. He could have killed her. He resolved to make her well again, no matter the cost. Narrator's POV Burangar. Master Damien watched as the portals opened, and the demons began to flock in. They rallied in front of the Barrier. Eitri was at his side, her war kit, and her bow. All his soldiers were ready for battle. They were outnumbered.

Mom cried and began to sob. I hugged Mom. “Please, don’t cry. I am sure that Mr. Demetri knows what to do.” “These demons are stubborn. He must have brought friends,” began Desmond. “I need to go inside and lock the door. Don’t come after me.” “No! Don’t go inside.” I grabbed Desmond’s arm. “If there are more of them and only one of you, wouldn’t they overpower you?” “I need to go. They are here for war, and I must defend us. Blood is what they crave. I can sense death spells in the air,” said Desmond.

As we neared Blake's army, the Angels, realising we were now about to join the fight, seemed to press forward with a hungrier energy than before, with the Dominions now advancing too. Keeping close to Ethan's side and now in the crushing midst of the battle, with the Demons all around us, we worked almost in tandem - Ethan forcing the air at the Angels like a hurricane, his hands tearing, twisting, pulling their bodies to pieces, and me, hurling balls of Endorian fire at any that managed to get too close. Soon the air was thick with the cloying stench of blood, sweat and burning flesh, and my ears were ringing with screams and shouts, cries of pain and triumph.

“That’s not just a scouting party.” “No,” I agreed. “That’s the first wave.” Distorted bodies slammed against the boundary as one, making the ground underneath our feet tremble from the force of it. The Phoenix fire didn’t just hold. It reacted to their darkness, feeding on it. And just like that, the battle began. ***** OCTAVIA. My breath caught in my throat. Demons. These were legitimate demons. Imagine Nightmare Land where all the crazy ass shit that your mind could conjure came to life. Quick flashes of memories, Storm’s memories to be precise, flooded through me. Many different encounters over the years were seen. Some more terrifying than the last.

Lesser hellspawn burst apart under Emberspark impacts, their ichor black and thick as tar, while higher-caste demons bled darker reds that flashed almost wine-deep before the heat turned it brown. The battlefield stank of copper and sulphur and burned hair, of charred leather and ozone, and the soundscape was a layered brutality: wingbeats like thunder, steel striking steel with shrieking resonance, bones snapping in wet reports that the map could not show but Apollo’s mind supplied anyway, and beneath it all the low, animal roar of monsters that did not know fear. Apollo could almost hear it. The faint metaphysical crack of structure resisting inevitability. Then the sky on the projection d