Demons Dostoevsky Novel Novels & Stories

His voice shook as he recounted every detail—the ambush, the assassin with the blue case, the man who came for her, the brutal fight, and finally the message Lucian himself had delivered. Darius Veynar sat high upon a throne of black steel and glass, his expression carved from ice. He listened without interruption, every word pressing deeper into his silence. His jaw ticked. His fingers curled into fists on the armrests. When the guard finished, silence pressed thick and suffocating. And then— The roar.

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.

“As if being emotionally wrecked wasn’t enough.” I hadn’t eaten all day. The hope of freedom had been so blinding, so intoxicating, that food felt irrelevant. I was supposed to escape. I was so close. Just one more step… and then— Then he appeared. Damien. The devil in a polished suit. He ruined everything. Like a storm sweeping in on a sunny day, he destroyed the little peace I’d clawed together. Why? Why now, of all times? If he had been just five minutes late, I would’ve been gone.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Since Conrad approached them, he chose to pose him a question, “What are the Four Demons?” After collecting himself, Conrad smiled and said, “There’s no point in hiding this from you, I guess. The Four Holy Beasts you people refer to are actually called the Four Demons. Imbued with Demonic Energy, anyone who consumes their blood will experience Energy Deviation and eventually become a demon. This should be a catastrophe for mankind. However...” As he spoke, he glanced at Thea.

Besides, I have my wolf now, so who knows what will happen? /“If Daniil Volkov has the demon child, then we have a lot more to fear than before,”/ I stop running when I hear a gentle voice in my head; the voice of Nova. Nikolai runs back to me when he sees that I’ve stopped and looks at me with a questioning gaze. /“What do you mean by that?”/ I ask her, mouthing her name to Nikolai and waiting for a response. /“Because a God’s power is benevolent, they’re always willing to keep the balance. But a demon doesn’t care about balance. Daniil is a warmonger and will be worse than Raerin if he takes that demon child.”/ Nova explains.

Within the span of a few seconds, the flames vanished, leaving behind absolutely nothing. “Ashes to ashes.” Darcia spoke on a sigh of relief. But I was far from relieved. “Di-did we just…k-kill a m-man?” I managed to stutter out as dark spots began to dance in my vision. “He wasn’t exactly a man. He was a demon and once a demon has set his mind on something, they don’t let it go until they have achieved their goal.” Darcia looked at me with a frown. “Hey…are you okay? You don’t look so…”

she said. There was enough question as to whether or not demons existed in the modern world, but Sofia was just beginning to become wary of the man standing before her. Not that he looked like a demon or anything like that. He certainly didn't act like a demon, or a devil for that matter. Hell, for that matter, Sofia wasn't sure what a devil was or how they acted, but not him, no fucking way. “I’m no demon,” he said, peering down at his stitching work.

I already had my phone clutched in hand when I asked, “Why do you want me to wait until you leave the room?” Panic flashed across her face. She held her hands up. “No, seriously— Ophelia, just wait!” I made a quick internet search and read the first line that appeared at the top of the screen. “Incubi are fictional demons known for their appetite for…” Nova threw a harmless ball of magic at my head, one that bounced around the room like a nest of sparklers and scrambled for the exit. “Nova, don’t you dare go and fuck that demon!” We were all doomed.

Now that I knew about his wickedness, the slightest change in his emotion scared me to death. “Let me go!” I shivered with my eyes closed. “I’ll forgive you for what you did and won’t send any priests after you. What I can’t do is continue a relationship with a demon. I am begging you to spare my life. You’ll find a better woman than me.” “Do you even know what a demon is, Cass?” Desmond asked rather calmly. “A fallen angel, Satan’s minion, the foulest creature on Earth,” I answered with shut eyelids.