Demons Within Novels & Stories

I kept my eyes on my shoes, wishing the sun would just finish setting so we could go back inside. “You know,” Jeremiah said, breaking the quiet. “There is an old story about this time of evening. They say dusk is when the demons come out.” I bit my lip to keep from rolling my eyes. I didn't think he was the type for ghost stories. I decided to play along just to keep the conversation moving. “Demons? What are they looking for?” I asked, stepping slightly closer to him as a shadow flickered in the trees. “They hunt for souls,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “They call out your name. They can mimic the voice of anyone you trust. A friend, a parent, or someone you love. If you answer th

One day, earth itself , Would bow to its Lord and Ruler, The dark side, That threatens all of humanity. Be wary humans, Hell is come, And hell is come to stay. Hell fire and damnation, For power, Has indeed changed hands. Hell is come... Battle of the Demons , year 2018.

***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

I can’t let this happen, I have to do something. I close my eyes connecting back with my mind, “Demons any of you available!” I shouted in my mind in urgency. ‘What do you need?’ One of them asked, sounding sleepily. Wait are they sleeping inside of me, I don’t get this whole thing even, how are this things comfortable inside of me? How are ten deadly things comfortable inside one body. And he’s even sleeping, funny how I have develop a connection with them though. “Is there anyone of you with the power to heal a being from poison?”

I changed the topic, “Millions, sex demons are categorized into, incubi and succubi, wrath demons, deception demons, demons of dispute... So many of them,” he whispered. “Ok, well I hope I can be a better leader then Eve II, I'll try but...we should get some rest, we are going to need it for later,” I chuckled “Ok, good night Lil,” he uttered. “Good night Damon,” I mumbled.

Demons- I thought- of lust, of desire. Now, don't roll your eyes. Desire demons take far too many forms to just say mine was a succubus thing- I didn't summon them just to get my rocks off. Lust demons are the deal makers, the insidious, the Djinn. They meet us humans at crossroads, grant us wishes, fulfil our dreams. They are exactly what you want them to be. Be careful what you wish for.

That isn’t strange- it’s pure madness. Demons, being extremely strong supernatural beings, do not fall prey to mortal diseases like cancer. Their wounds are never infected, because they heal too fast to leave festering sores, and their immune system, or whatever demonic equivalent they have, is too powerful for the likes of sepsis or inflammation, not unless the injury is to their True Soul. However, they are not immune to afflictions of the mind and soul. So it is possible for a demon to succumb to madness, depression, schizophrenia and other curses, which may inadvertently affect them physically.

My skin is glowing with an amazing holy glow , a angelic aura is given off my me – I watch and feel it fill up the room ,making the dark room cozy. When I started having this dream a while back , I remember how I used to cower and shrink myself. I recall the way I would bow my head , showing my submissive side to the demons of my soul and mind. As time went by though , I found out that they did not carry mercy with them ; the demons within my mind did not have a heart to show mercy on me. They just let me suffer , while they mocked me.

Savoring every single word. My demons were the true artists here. They delighted in chaos, weaving carnage with a precision that bordered on divine mockery. I often watched as they pulled fresh souls into the depths, carving away hope until it was nothing more than a faint flicker smothered under cruelty. Some demons bathed in the blood of their victims, laughing as rivers of scarlet ran through the blackened stone. Others preferred a slower work—stretching time, warping reality, bending souls until they forgot what mercy once felt like. I admired them all. Each torment was a masterpiece, and I was their King, their eternal witness.

I said deliberately, "It isn't your fault. Allison's death isn't your fault, your father's death isn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong, sometimes we just have to accept things no matter how ugly they are." The agony I saw in his eyes made my heart break but I didn't stop speaking, "That's just how life is; one minute you have everything you could possibly want and the next you're being dragged down into this never ending pit of darkness. But you see, the dark isn't all that bad, once you accept it, once you stop panicking, you realize that the darkness is actually a part of you and you can't really fear something that is a part of you. You know, I've always s