Disenchantment Demon Novels & Stories

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

Hardly aware of what was happening, I was on the verge of losing my mind. Sick of the games and unneeded fighting, I rose, addressing the air once again. “What the hell is wrong with you, Desmond? Why have you brought demons with you? You’re driving me crazy! Why would you bring evil to fight me and my friends?” I screamed, hurting my throat. “My almost defeated slaves have news for you,” said Madame Long, scattering different hued ashes around her. “According to them, he is a high-energy demon impersonating to be a low-energy incubus. You have been fooled and taken advantage of by a fiend.”

Levi the Envious choked from the surge of red-colored demonic aura whipping him in waves. With shaking knees, he heaved his answered. “I-I saw the demon king and the grand duke being pushed back their ex-wives. It is quite hilarious! You should see it for yourself!” This statement earned him his freedom to breathe freely the misty air of the Rancid City. Levi the Envious was busy breathing a sigh of relief that he failed to notice the grins from Maleficent the Glutton and Damon the not-so Prideful’s face.

‘Goddess, help me,’ I begged because that was all I could do, how the hell was I meant to work with this? “Thank you for that Liam and since we agreed that none of us had any questions, we’ll pick it up from there. Demons are manipulative and untrustworthy creatures, and the reason their numbers are so drastically reduced is because just like dinosaurs to humans, the goddess deemed them unfit to live among us and wiped most out but it’s common knowledge that not all undesirables can be killed in one blast.” He was walking around the class and I swear if he came near my side, I was bolting.

With a heavy heart, Eden turned and walked away, leaving Pearl to wonder what she had done wrong. Eden's eyes narrowed, his piercing blue gaze scrutinizing the air as if searching for answers. His chiseled features were set in a determined expression, his sharp jawline clenched in a tight, hard line. He stood tall, his 6ft4 frame towering over the surrounding environment, but his mind was a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty. He couldn't understand why his demon was behaving like a wild, untrained beast. He had mastered the art of control centuries ago, learning to suppress his dark side until it was needed. But now, it seemed like he had lost all control, his desires raging like a wildf

Dark Enchantment Chapter 1: Elara Have you ever craved something so deeply, only to regret it when it became reality? That’s exactly how I felt, but tenfold. My heart felt as if it had been ripped from my chest, and I had to suppress all that pain. I had to fix everything because the trouble was of my own making. Six months earlier… My father sent me to this place when I turned sixteen because I was what he called the family disappointment. Back home, I was as girly as a girl could be and popular. But it seems it wasn’t enough.

Marcus brows furrowed upon hearing it. In his research of the demon with blue and violet flames, there were only three things that he had found out. One, the demon was a prince of hell. Two, the demon was a transporter demon. And three, the entity could intensify love and hatred and use it to bring about destruction. None of this information talked anything about providing immortality. Something was inconsistent. “On André?” he then voiced out, to which Ysabelle was able to drag out a quick, “No.”

her words makes me world's weakest person the touch of hers which I craved for years made me to hate human touch I became a beast within human I hates everyone I hate being loved I hate being touched infact I hate myself what wrong I did to suffer all these not a single day I slept well without any nightmares Childhood is best boon in everyone's life but it is a curse to me being a no one though infront of me everyone present Spending days by thinking did anyone ever felt having me in their life is best thing the truth is except my dad for everyone I'm a burden but what was my wrong Tears stopped coming, anger strucked in heart, smile dissapeared finally I became a emotionless person I belie

I really appreciate Mom for doing this. I opened my laptop and search many types of demons. I am becoming more desperate each day on finding out the mystery behind Dark Hades. Is there a chance that among all the demons he was different? Now I understand why he only comes out when there’s an incident or accident is happening because he is a demon. He lives in trouble and sins but he was once an angel. Would it be possible for him to go back being an angel? This is making me crazy! All the information I found out are all on the bible that mom were saying about. When I feel okay and fine I went back to work. Mom was still here and I know she won’t be bored because she always visits her friend’

Lyon, knowing how the story goes in normal books, seems to blissfully listen as the professor explains the knowledge he has. According to the books taught in school, there was once a human who threw his humanity away to make a deal with the devil. The deal was that the human would be capable of using magic but in exchange he was tasked to collect 5000 pure souls, the human obliged with the devils request. He was then later known to be the Demon Lord Abaddon, who laid waste on those who stood against him. The story in the normal academic textbooks about the History of Magic was contradicting every paragraph as to why professors tend to bend the story a little to their amusement.