Demônio Novels & Stories

Bridget or Samantha will prick the young one's finger, letting the blood drop into the chalice and after a few seconds, a puff of colored smoke with puff out of the water. Red means hunger demon, blue means fear demon, green means greed demon, yellow means lower-level demons such as luck, hate, and all that good stuff. Only the top-notch demons have their own colors. Orange is for the middle level demons that answer the incantation of those who sell their souls for something in return. It depends on the demons blood, how high quality it is. Mine was a black puff of smoke, meaning royalty and highest form of demon. I waited nervously for the puff of smoke. I was almost going to give up when t

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?"

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

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.

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

shouted the young demon who led the other demon forces angrily. BOOOOOMMM...

I'm speechless. What's going on with this demon?

Arnold sat beside Yvonne “My village needs your help, we unknowingly unleashed a deadly demon on ourselves during a festival and that demon has been slaughtering people… I had managed to make an escape through a portal to find you… and I am so grateful I did” “What is the name of this demon?” Arnold asked “All I know is that my people call him Pluto… or The Ningara” “What does that mean?” Uzor asked “It means… The eater of Worlds” she replied “This doesn’t sound good at all” Yvonne said “Please help me, you are the only hope we have” she begged

The black-robed man was named the Devouring Demon. He was not exactly a living being and was more accurately described as a being that straddled the border between life and death. The Devouring Demon was confident he could kill everyone since the competition lasted for 30,000 years. Within this period, none of the powerhouses on Mount Chaos could enter the Ancient Realm. He was sure he could wipe out the creatures that entered the Sky Islands before the end of the competition.

muttered Ifrit. Lilith suddenly burst into laughter as she pointed her index finger, which had the tip of her long and purple nail at him. "Pfff! Hahaha! You were named after your race!" chuckled Lilith. "Is there something wrong with this?" asked Chaos. "My lord, Ifrit is the name of this demon's race, Fire Demon Ifrit, but there are many Fire Demon Ifrit, it seems… So it would be like calling an Orc… Orc," said Belphegor.