Dnd Demon Races Novels & Stories

questioned Satan and walked to her. “I love you, king. I want to bear your child and bring our race into this world. Apart from that, she irked me by saying hateful statements about you and disgraced you, not knowing who you are. As your loyal servant, I can’t stop myself. Believe me, My King,” Angela stated with her hand folded in front of her chest. “Race. Haha! I’m not interested to lowly demons' race. And touching things I admire needs the courage which you have. I overlook your standing,” said Alexander as his face contorted in anger that was calm only for seconds.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

Evelyn has seen mages, elves, dragons, giants, and goblins in this other world, but not demons. Demons are a collective term for all the foul and unclean demons of the Abyss that grow in the Old Realm, cut off from all time and space, and are the offspring of the Old Gods. Thousands of years ago, the Old Gods were overthrown by the New Gods and banished to the Old Realm, and it is the New God system that the off-world continent Evelyn is on believes in.

Sometimes, he considered how best to explain something that had been his reality for centuries but was completely foreign to us. “Demons are not all the same,” he told us. “That is where many people get it wrong.” We listened with rapt attention as he explained the distinctions. The biggest difference in demons was whether they were born as one or made into one after death. Natural-born ones were never human or another species like us. They included incubi, succubi, imps, djinn, and cambions. They were born and raised in the demonic realm. Not to mention that they could reproduce, form bloodlines, and they held more freedom within the realm.

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 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.

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

"Anyways, as you can see, we descendants of Gods aren't the only ones living in Luminozenko. We have other races as well. You'll see when we get there." "Alright. No saying anything insulting to the Gods. Will I get killed or something because of it?" "You're not better than our enemies if you insult the Gods." "Oh, and who exactly are our enemies?" I watched her roll her eyes, a grumble escaping her throat, which I could barely even hear. "They are called the Demons' Vessels. I told you that if there is one of them, there will be a double. A Feralis forms a contract with a demon and they will become their vessel, and gain abilities other than wielding elements."

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

The demon race was cast away in a separate realm as they were granted a severe punishment: never to set foot in the mortal realm again. After that, the God of Light created a new realm and became unhappy again. As he promised the other race of power and prestige, they were tricked to submit to him. They became underlings of light and God set up his temples. He played his cards in kindness but soon casted a plague to annihilate the Earth. All race shook because of his power and they willingly followed him, but there’s one thing that’s been out of his control and that is the human’s sister who carries the blood of the ancient mage, the only human who dared to threaten his very existence and th