Demons Fanart Novels & Stories

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

he said, adding more to her headache. "What do you mean by 'what type'?" she asked, her voice rigid and stable this time. "There are five types of demons, Esteria," he said, calling her name for the first time. "Fi...ve," she stammered. "Yes, there are fire demons, water demons, earth demons, air demons, and thunder demons. Each demon clan has its own god, and yes, I am the Demon God of Thunder," he said with a hint of a smile on his lips.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

] The shop owner immediately sent back a string of question marks. Me: [What's wrong?] Shop owner: [Please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon, and the most dangerous kind at that!] Incubi had markings. Demons had them too. For someone unfamiliar with the difference, they were indeed hard to tell apart. Everything made sense now—why Raven never needed to feed, why he insisted he had no owner, and why he always caught himself before saying too much. That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven.

All three demons recoiled at once, as if an explosion had shoved them back. I saw fear in their eyes. Demons. Creatures of the underworld who fear nothing and no one. They were afraid of the disfigured omega who, five seconds earlier, had been a trembling bundle against a tree. Emili stood. But not the way a person stands. She *unfolded,* like a shadow stretching in reverse — fluid, unnatural. Her mouth opened, and a sound came out that was neither human nor animal: a deep hiss vibrating on frequencies that made every hair on my body stand on end.

The handle has intricate, subtle carvings around the inlaid green gems, and when I squint closer, I realize what they are. It’s a depiction of demons. Horned, small winged creatures dancing around the gemstones like a ritual ring. I have seen these illustrations in old books, and they were the first of the Demonics from history. No one knows what they looked like or how they evolved, but some believe exaggerated drawings were made after rare glimpses or from fairy tales based on them. It seems like he gave me a reminder of who he is, and I wonder at the value and beauty of this piece. I doubt it's something he happened upon in the forest; it looks more like an intentional gift.

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

He picked up the purple emblem, carefully examining it. "This contains… the secrets of the Devouring Sky Demon Art?" His eyes widened slightly in surprise before a smirk curled at his lips. The Devouring Sky Demon Art was an ancient demonic technique that absorbed the life force of countless beings to strengthen the user—an infamous secret art of the demonic sects. "Well, that was easier than expected!" Chase's eyes gleamed with interest. Without hesitation, he sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to study the manual. He had no intention of practicing the art itself, but by understanding its principles, he could uncover a way to counteract it. After all, recklessly cultivating a demonic techni

Kwan grinned revealing his perfect white teeth. Rita took notice of his unusual long canines. They seemed longer than before, looking almost like fangs. But she was not surprised he was a vampire and a demon too. But do demons have fangs? "Yes." He replied to her unspoken question. "But they weren't this long the last time." "Usually they are just slightly long but they elongate when we are angry, sad, frustrated or aroused. Most vampire don’t have this but as you know am not just a vampire and my demon side is stronger than vamp side." He grinned at the word ‘aroused’.

“You’re going to let that usurping little bastard have power over us? It’s time the Milans united and signed Cinatas’s death warrant. None of us wanted Pathos’s bastard son to rule in the first place. Have you even contacted the rest of the order to see if they support Cinatas’s pompous ass?” Samir paused, doubt replacing the fire in his eyes. “We both will take action against Cinatas. But first, I will have what Valdez contracted to me.” He snapped his fingers and a studious, blue-tinged demon with glasses appeared. His scrawny limbs literally shook with fear. In Heldon’s realm, Blue Demons were the lowest of the lot, even beneath the odorous Frankensteinian Black Demons, who attached the h