Demons From Her Past Novels & Stories

She had no idea that tonight, something ancient and hungry was watching her. Deep in the shadows beneath the bleachers, a ripple of crimson energy pulsed unseen. Asmodea, a lesser lust demon exiled from the infernal realms for centuries, had been drawn to the raw, pulsing energy of the packed stadium, teenage hormones, adrenaline, sweat, and repressed desire thick enough to taste. But it was Emily’s pure, untouched light that called to her most. So innocent. So full of life. So breakable.

In order to battle the demons, she trained every day since her parents were killed by them. During the process, she gained a new Epic skill, Divine Domain. Using this skill, enemies would have their stats reduced while allies would be immune to debuffs. It was as if heaven had chosen her specifically for killing these demons because it was her perfect skill. Nevertheless, they did not appear. The last time the demons appeared was more than a hundred years ago, and her commitment to revenge and her objective was trembling. Even though she feared the users of the death element, she would not hesitate to fight them.

When release came, it was not violent but devastating in its tenderness, a reminder of everything I stood to lose. Our passion had turned darker with each passing minute, burning both of us in the wave of pleasure. And when finally, the storm calmed down a bit. Exhausted, She fell asleep curled against my chest, her breathing deep and even, trusting me in her vulnerability… I lay beside her long after, staring into the dark as her words started creeping within me slowly, terrifyingly… Demoor… The word itself was a wound. A dread of my life. History claimed Demoor had been erased centuries ago, swallowed by war and divine judgment. What history failed to mention— what it could not mention, wa

Really bad. "No," she whispered. "Please tell me I'm wrong. Please tell me it's not her." "Mom?" I asked, feeling ice form in my stomach. "Who is she?" My mother sank into a chair, her hands trembling as she pressed them against her face. When she looked up, her eyes were haunted. "That woman is no ordinary ghost," she said quietly. "She's one of the original demons. One of the first to fall when Lucifer rebelled. Her name is Lyssa, and she is the demon of rage—of uncontrolled, consuming anger that drives people to madness and violence."

“Demons in her mind? I thought she wasn't like her father?” “She isn’t. It’s not those types of demons. The demons that come from trauma. The demons that come from being told you are nothing. The demons that come from having your father tell you he wishes he killed you with your mother. The demons that come from someone breaking your spirit. The demons that make you think thoughts of death. Those demons, Alpha. You might know something about some of them.”

Even though it has been descendants of the twentieth, but the nature and Ariesta's attitude has appeared that she is from the king's descendants. But she is now in shock. Her natur become grumpy... Only to Sebastian Ballmers! But she had a hard time hiding her nature. originally for the purpose of living peacefully. But if she saw the man, she wanted to hurt someone. Her hands wanted to scratch. And she wanted to see the blood dripping on the man's skin. Imagining the man's face, she had unknowingly scratched her fingernails on the wall. For God's sake... Since when did she become a masochist?!

I'm so sure that it was him because I recognized his voice! "B-Why are you doing this, Damian?" welding weak my question. I almost gasped when I heard myself mention his name. I feel so disgusted just by mentioning his name. And did they really get along with Baldo? You bastards! Demons! I want to scream at them. I want to hurt them until I get bored. I didn't know that their evilness will reach this point. Now I realize I should have cried right away when they were still out! Because now I can't scream anymore. Damian blackmailed me. And nothing else can help us.

Her martial skills sharper than ever from practices and sparring shows she had never truly left her roots, this character that the Emperor loves most and encouraged wholeheartedly, sharpened her instincts even more. But even she was somewhat frightened and worried of a sign of a bad omen especially during times like these. Her older stepsons just returned home to help out with the situation, but the entire situation is dire, things around them seem so dark. Now, she can’t help but worry for the welfare of her whole family. Especially when her sisters told her of her step children’s strange cases, she felt worried for all of them who worked day and night to right the wrong and to bring justic

××××× Let us take a look into the past of the demons around 400 years ago. 400 years ago the battle between Demons and Exorcists was much more intense than how it was now to the present date. Unruly demons would appear here and there around the world and cause panic wherever they appear. Such demons were always mostly killed by traveling 'demon slayers'[Later known as Exorcists]. With Divine power they killed every demon they had set their sight on. With so many demons killed and slaughtered, a group of demons born out of hatred from the demons killed appeared. They were known as Arch Demons. The Arch demons were stronger and more intelligent in many ways compared to all the other demons. Th

And she found ten demons surrounding her. "Tell me, why are you here?" She asked them confidently. "We are here to kill you." One of the demons spoke up, bringing a smirk to her lips. "Ohh, really? Are you rebelling now? Let me tell you one thing, Do you really think you have a chance to win against me? Let alone killing me. First, defeat me. I see you have got nerves. I don't think your Godmother knows that you all are here. Someone else might have sent you. Okay, I have no problem, let's begin."