Demons Mc Novels & Stories

"One stands guard at the entrance, while the other feasts upon the flesh of the unfortunate." Deacon absorbed the information, his mind racing with tactical calculations. "Demons possess an uncanny ability to multiply rapidly, my friend," he warned, his voice laced with caution. "However, I have devised a plan. I shall ascend to the roof of the house, unleashing my fiery breath to engulf it in flames, distracting one of the demons. Meanwhile, you will engage the other demon, aiming to sever its horn, even if capturing it proves elusive," he explained, his voice carrying a weight of strategic insight.

I was given and redirected over to a seat at the extreme. I sat my ass, pretending as if I was to the shot which I had ordered, but my ears were inclined all over the inn. "Alpha White is trying to defeat the demon's clan forever trying to steal from the pack's land." Party A uttered "Erm..."Someone cleared his throat from behind. They both turned to look at him. "The alpha will reward anyone who knows a way they might defeat the demon's clan."

I don't know what they are thinking," he said sullenly. Laughing lightly, Atlas side-eyed him. "I believe that means you will need to bring them to you, dark one," Atlas surmised and sat next to him on the cushions. Faelon shook his head as he pondered Atlas's comment. "How?" He asked curiously. Rubbing his chin Atlas thought. "Take over the stronghold that Randall Mathis had. His estate housed the majority of the demons on Earth. Take over and they will surely come. Hell, you might even get Lucifer himself to show up," Atlas chuckled. Faelon frowned, he didn't want to take over anything. He just wanted his mate back.

I answered coolly. He strutted across the room and went to stand in a glass window where the outside showed a good angle of the veranda and the Winner Family pool. He smiled, pleased over something that he saw. I wondered what it was then. What is advantageous of being a demon is that we get to read another person's mind. We can use it for or against them. But before an angel, we are helpless. It is either they have barriers in their too-holy brains or they are just dead on imagination. I prefer to think it is the latter.

I licked my lips, "So they are like people on earth who hate the government" Lukas grinned, "Exactly but in this case these are demons, and they don't have any demands. They just want to live on their own without rules." "But that's so chaotic. Living without rules," I mused. A system was something which ran things smoothly. Imagine having no one to look after you or punish you for the wrong deeds. That would be the utter chaos and end of the world. "It is. But we cannot do anything because that's their choice. Most of the demons who are radicals are peaceful, mind their own business" Lukas shrugged.

“I can’t always be here to keep an eye on Sammy. Yeah she had a babysitter tonight but I can’t expect a sixteen year-old to be able to fight off the people looking for us. It helps keep me a little calmer knowing that someone is watching out for her. Reason number two might surprise you but Dex and I were best friends in high school. I don’t think that he would join a motorcycle club that would harm women or children given his history. Even though I wasn’t aware that Digger was no longer in charge I do know that The Devil’s Knights is one of the reasons I had such a large head start when Lucifer did start looking for me. He’s had to outsource to someone else when it came to me. And lastly, m

Blood and fire bathe the church courtyard, demons walk the church grounds killing stragglers that had survived the first wave, Draco sits atop the church fence and watched has the legions march into the church. Demons barge into the chapel and set their eyes on Martha fully clothed wearing a leather suit kneeling at the pew, they all burst into laughter at the sight before them DEMON #6 : Oh my… even when you are about to die, you still pray to the Father, that is devotion right there ( with a cynical smile) MARTHA : I apologize for what is about to happen in your place of worship but it is necessary One of the demons creates a flaming spear and hurls it at Martha, she dodges the spear on in

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.

Now I wake up with three screaming little demons that sound like they’re auditioning for a fucking horror movie. And here I am, walking into the clubhouse with all three of them dangling from my fists. I’ve got two bunched in the front of their little all-in-one coats in one hand, another hanging in the other like a sack of sugar. They’re bundled up, tiny arms flapping, legs kicking like they’re in some invisible fight club. The guys go dead quiet when I shoulder through the door. Then, as I walk toward the bar, the laughter hits me like a wall. Echo doubles over, Knox smacks the table, Blaze actually whistles.

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?"