Demons Singing Novels & Stories

Her eyes never left the demon. The demon's eyes never left Kira, even as the other creatures wailed on him. "What do you mean? It's a party! Music! You must sing!" He bellowed. Somewhere deep inside I summoned up some fitting lyrics to a song that used to play on the radio. My voice came out quiet at first, then started to find the rhythm and became clearer. "I'm comin' up so you better... you better get this party started. I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started."

No, reaching inside the pentagram was forbidden. What if I poke him with a stick? He can’t just lie there in my tower, can he? I have enough problems on my plate without a dead demon! ** I was in agony. Every bit of my body that was still there was emanating with pain, even my tail. “Demon, are you alive? Demon! Damn you, you’re a rascal, not a demon!” It was clearly a girl’s voice. She seemed young and quite upset. She had a throaty contralto, clear and singsong, like hot chocolate.

Chapter 14: Secrets I think this song is perfect for this chapter! Song: Secrets Artist: One Republic ************** "I wanted to tell you all my secrets, but you became one of them instead." ************** |Nate| "Are you going to tell me what happened between you and Verena?" Marcus asked me, his voice cautious. I gave him an annoyed scowl but didn't answer. "So, what did you do this time?" He prodded. "What makes you think I did something?" I snapped in irritation.

***HoGuo Temple*** Even from a distance, the entrance of HoGuo Temple was visible in all it’s glory. It was not grand in terms of luxury but more of splendour in terms of heritage it represents over the centuries. Legend has it that this temple was once a home to the gods which lived on Earth during their trials and the descendants of those gods would come to this temple to pay homage to their ancestors. This temple is also said to have artifacts locked away which used to belong to those very gods and goddesses of old. However those artifacts are not open to the public eye and the monks that reside in the temple have never revealed any of it’s secrets. Many have tried to break into the templ

Kat came to stand beside him, her hand upon his shoulder. As all the demons raised their heads Scribe suddenly bellowed out. “All hail Demon Lord Ruben, our master of the Ninth Circle” The demons all boomed out in their loudest voices. “Hail Demon Lord Ruben!” Three times before falling silent and expectant. Ruben glanced up at Kat. “What now? I really hope they aren’t expecting a speech.” “No…” She giggled behind her hand. “You can tell them to ah…fuck off, now.” Scribe said with a little amusement.

I feel the D'Angelos behind me. —Listen to me, you son of a bitch, you won't say shit about my daughter anymore, you won't think about her for a second and you'll regret all your sins. You are going to live, we are not going to kill you, but if you are going to record our faces in your head—I make him look at the three of us—, because you are not a demon, you are a rabid rat like Gandía and the hunters are eager to exterminate them . Demons are the ones I drive and gods are the ones you're going to have to pray to, because from here neither God nor the Devil will come to save you.

The older men and women sit apart, in the shadows of the wolves' hut, with Veesa and Argell, watching us all. The eight of them sing at the top of their voices, and I recognize the tune as one of the few I'd heard father hum to. Another ballad with lewd lyrics, The Demon's Spawn. There's a reason father never sang the words. Cyran calls them out at the top of voice though, and I reason he's always wanted to do so.

As Maria uttered the name of God, a profound transformation began to unfold. The world around her slowed, and with a commanding voice, she banished Lucifer's demons, including the formidable Behemoth, with a simple "Begone!" Her voice resonated throughout the building, leaving a trail of exorcised demons in its wake.

was. A surreal scene unfolded before me, a canvas of raging flames consuming everything in their path. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning, and distant wails and cries echoed, adding a haunting soundtrack to the inferno. I stood frozen, unable to tear my gaze away from the apocalyptic spectacle.

The wind carried a whisper through the gardens — the sound of ghosts finally silenced. “Because in the end,” Castelle’s voice narrated softly, “even demons can build a home… and even tainted desires can be reborn as love.” — THE END