Demons Within Novels & Stories

It was an illegal weapon in the kingdom. She is in much more danger as these items can occur in the black market. However, it was no time for her to think much about it, different kinds of demons are lurking in their convoy and the guards who seem to be ordinary mercenaries are finding it hard to disperse them. Veta carefully opened the other side of the carriage and ran into the forest. Gautbert was surprised and angered, ‘You wench get back here!” He should be worrying about how to escape the demons, why would he care about a girl who is food to the bigger demons inside the forest is what Veta has in mind. Running with one bare foot and scratches from the tree branches, another blast was h

They might be attacked in return if they failed to fulfill their end of the bargain in time. “I simply want to develop you into experts of the human race, but you must serve the demons, and I need your absolute loyalty. The demons are forbidden to enter many places in this world but you can, so you’re useful at critical moments.” The demons always lived in the dark. They could not enter many ancient tombs and various secret realms, but the demons yearned for the treasures inside. Therefore, they decided to develop some humans as their pawns to get the treasures for them. The demons’ strength and the humans’ identity would be a perfect match.

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

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

It rasped, “Pretty on the outside, rotten on the inside. Makes for the most tender meat.” Kimberly stiffened. Before she could speak, Ryker held up a hand and silenced her. That was the thing about demons. Call it a sixth sense, but they knew just which buttons to press. “There are others like you,” Ryker stated, “Where are they? I know you keep tabs on one another.” “Don’t know.” The demon drawled, it’s voice like broken glass. “Us weaker ones are waking up slowly now that she’s here. We’ve been dormant for quite some time.”

Even for us. I close my eyes, on the verge of hyperventilating again. The hierarchy of demons was discussed briefly in school. There are lower-level demons, like the ones I hunt and kill. They live on earth, hiding in abandoned buildings and caves. They’re dangerous, of course, but aren’t much of a match for those of us with magic. Then there are demons in the Fourth Hierarchy, similar to lower-level demons but have the power to possess victims, much like the one we dealt with in the woods. They are dangerous and rare to encounter and have the ability to move from earth to their demon dimensions and back.

Yes, we had a new home different from Pictoria, but the demons followed me here, and they wouldn't leave me alone. This was one of the reasons I couldn't allow Jasmine into my life. It had nothing to do with the King. I doubt King Nikolas would have a problem with it, but I knew she couldn't handle my demons. So, I will settle for the banters and the snide remarks until she finally moves on and settles down. "I do not think we can handle that or allow it, Aeron," My wolf Razor said in my head. He always had a darkness about him, and I guess that was the difference between our wolves and the wolves of the people in our current continent.

I’ll die if I stay here, but if I return, it’s to something worse than the oblivion death brings. I sit on the bed and stare at nothing as several thoughts run free in mind. One in particular pushes me to my browser. It is Mauro’s words that keep resounding in my head like an alarm. “C'è un demonio dentro di te.” It takes countless tries to get the words right for the translation, but when I do, my breath catches. “There’s a demon in you.”

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.

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?"