Demons Letter Novels & Stories

Horror filled them, except Slaemann who savored the spectacle with relish. ‘This is the crib of the damned’ intoned the guardians. ‘And why the hell is the hell of murder our stop. The crib of the damned souls. The volcano! The damned. Pray he wasn’t a whitewashed tomb lest we might spend longer years here.’ they panicked ‘But he’s never harmed anyone.’ Emre tried to explain

Piero read aloud. “Demons actually exist?” Demarr asked out loud. Piero glared at her. “Doesn’t God exist?” Piero asked patiently. “Yes, he does.” Demarr nodded. “Do the angels not exist?” Piero asked again. “They do.” Demarr nodded again. “Doesn’t the devil exist?” Piero asked. “Yes, ah. I’m tired of these questions.” Demarr complained. “Then how can you wonder if demons exist, my sister?”

I'm hopeful that means he isn't afraid of what I'll find. I start at his desk, sifting through neat piles. Most of it is painfully boring, drawing multiple yawns out of me. I only stop once I catch the words 'Demon' and 'Realm.' Frowning, I peer closer. It's a letter sent to Keo from someone clearly involved in his plot. It details the list of Demon's to be transferred and exactly where they will end up. None of these names are familiar, and neither of the place names in this other Realm...I have a lot to learn, if I get the chance.

Not only was I buying us time, but I was also hoping on a miracle. By holding out, a part of me was counting on Damon to do the right thing and call off the intended war, no matter how ridiculous that sounded. After the very deadly letter he had written to me in his own handwriting, about how he was going to make sure my people were completely purged from the earth, I had to accept that no miracle was forthcoming. “How’s my mom doing?” I asked the sorceress who checked on my mother from time to time when I entered the house.

My heart hammered against my chest, but the song it sang wasn’t just terror. What was wrong with me? “Dad,” the demon said slowly. “Your sire?” Sire. What the hell was a sire? Wait, I’d heard that word before from some medieval show I watched last spring. “Y-Yes,” I choked out. His crimson eyes narrowed, flickering with a thought I couldn’t read. Whatever it was, he didn’t say it aloud. Did demons even think the way we did? Did their minds work the same as ours? Softly, he purred, “Let me in.”

“He told them to leave—and never come back.” Amber stared at her. “You… understand that?” “All doctors learn Latin,” Camilla murmured, not taking her eyes off Darius. The demons collapsed to their knees, heads bowed before him. One massive beast dared to speak: “Dolemus te primum non agnovisse, princeps mi. Principem tuum intelleximus, et hanc terram numquam iterum vexabimus.” Darius lifted his hand, commanding them to rise. “Nunc orite et relinquite.”

I asked stuttering "Welcome to demons high school Carmella, open ur eyes and see! "She said softly and immediately my eyes were opened I saw demons All kinds of demons....but most of them were in nun outfit I fainted with one thought in my heart Where the hell am I?????? ######TBC####### Hmmmm..... we are getting started.... Remember demons and sex always go in relations.... don't forget to drop a review and rate this story Thank you all

He looked at her, his smirk returning—the one that made her want to hit him and kiss him at the same time. “Are you ready to stop being a sacrifice and start being a Queen? Because your father left one thing behind that he didn't tell you about. He didn't just have a debt… he had a map to the Eighth Circle.” Elara looked at the key. She looked at Mia. And then she looked at the man she had gone to hell for. “The Eighth Circle?” she asked. “What’s in the Eighth?” Vane leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “The place where demons go to pray, Elara. And the place where we’re going to find your mother’s soul.”

Having just consumed dozens of fresh souls, her demonic power was absolutely surging, making her twice as fast and strong as before. The two demons clashed. "Please... please don't kill me," Veyron choked out, his hands clawing uselessly at Asher’s iron grip. Asher only squeezed tighter, cutting off his airway completely. Veyron’s eyes began to water and blood vessels threatened to pop from the sheer pressure. "It was the letter!" Veyron suddenly gasped out, the words barely escaping his crushed throat. "It was the letter!" Asher’s eyes narrowed into slits. "What letter?!" he barked, his voice echoing like a thunderclap.

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.