Demons Souls Bows Novels & Stories

it finally manages to say, once its manic giggles finally died down to be coherent, lips pulled into an eerily wide grin, “…oh, but what could you possibly offer me, daughter of Hades?” Proserpina raises an eyebrow, “How about a soul?” That’s what demons want, right? The chains that were wrapped around its body continue to rattle at the intensity of its laughter, “Which soul? Which one?” it sneers, baring its teeth as its eyes of red flashed dangerously amidst the darkness, “That battered excuse of a soul you truly have or the other god’s?” Proserpina wasn’t impressed. “I wasn’t talking about mine, demon.”

“No!” Demonise stared at Emery and a smile crept on her lips. “Kill them all, Emery.” Demonise whispers and a grin plastered on her lips. A black smoke entered Emery’s body, and she stopped grabbing her hair. Her eyes are now void of emotion and jet black. A black aura surrounded Emery and bowed at Demonise, which made her grin with excitement. “Kill them all, Emery. And bring me their souls.” Demonise ordered and Emery nodded while saying, “Yes, Mistress.”

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

"Soul-eating demons!" Without hesitation, one of the demons unleashed a soul attack toward Long Chen, who was currently releasing the pressure of a heavenly emperor. "Soul power? Awesome! I can do that too. The dragon soul devours death!" Long Chen looked unhesitating as he unleashed his soul power to counter the demon's soul power. Cracckkkk... "Argh!" The demon fell to his knees and coughed up a mouthful of blood. His eyes stared at Long Chen as if he didn't expect the man in front of him to also use soul power to fight back.

He made himself clear. "Demons," Elroy spoke casually, "I Know." "Five ranks of Demons roam this world as taught to us by Commander Allas. Rank five demons, the lowest of them all are called dark souls, eyes hallow as night - pale dead skin - they were once humans, but now taken over by dark spells wrath on them by drinking sorcery of Ethan Roy.” “Who is he? Ethan Roy.” Elroy was intrigued by such a man.

he barked at the demon guard stationed near the torture wing. The creature—a tall, spiked thing with hollow eyes—bowed in a jerky motion. “Who, my lord?” “I don’t care,” he snapped. “A soul. A demon. Something that bleeds.” His voice cracked the air like a whip; the walls themselves seemed to flinch, dust sifting from high stone ribs. The guard scurried off.

After supposedly putting Derek down, Avarez went after blood again, he began tearing the maid's body aggressively, eating every part and licking every drop of blood. "Alpha Avarez please have mercy on me, I will walk out from here with my lips sealed. Please don't harm me "The last maid fell to the floor crying. Avarez looked down to see where the voice came from. He stared intently into the maid's eyes, he could sense fear but something else was making his demon on the edge, he scanned her body only to see blood trickling down from her nose.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

"Focus on recovering. You've already resolved Sonia's problem." Aria stretched. "Then I can take a break." While they talked, Sylas sat in a yard far away. His long black robe trailed across the floor as his fingers traced a black arcane implement that radiated bone-chilling, unholy energy. A faint, nearly invisible black fog drifted over its surface—the manifestation of the awakened Demonic Spirit; the Celestial Spirit inside had grown so weak it was nearly undetectable. Sylas lowered his gaze as he waited for his subordinate who had been watching the battle between Morwenna and Aria. The yard was so quiet he could hear the black mist swirling across the implement.

“This feels like you.” Something warm fluttered in her chest — the brief illusion of safety. But it vanished as the Vein trembled beneath them, the light twisting violently. Kael turned sharply, eyes narrowing. “Something’s coming.” The walls — if they could be called that — began to shift, folding inward like the Vein itself was breathing harder. The air thickened, and the distant hum of souls turned into whispers. Thousands of voices, overlapping, pleading. Avery Delan. Soulbound.