Dostoevsky: Demons Novelas e Histórias

A part of me. And where there’s thrill and velocity and stupidity, demons follow. Some accidental. Some earned. Little parasitic bastards that latch onto your soul and suck guilt like it’s premium fuel. They pull you backward, downward, straight into the dark. Doctors call it PTSD. I call them demons. Because that’s what they are.

"Then you must know that there are demons who carry out the suffering of the people who are doomed there, yes?" "Yes," "Well-" Cleon steadied himself on the seat. "One of this demons, is called Aszres." Leonidas stared at him. "It sounds familiar. I think she mentioned him but I was barely able to pay attention. Who is he?" "He is from Tartarus. He is called the demon of despair here," Cleon replied. "He is the type that feeds on every single negative emotion and thoughts that you have, making you think that everyone around you hates and wishes you dead while you neglect other necessary needs for yourself. You would be too deep in fear and hate to go close to anyone or take care of yourself

I said as Azreal smiled with a proud look. “Glad to know.” Azreal said as he drank a cup of coffee while reading the papers. “What do demons eat?” I asked as Azreal dropped his coffee and took a piece of sausage. “Why are you interested in that?” He asked as I took my cup of coffee. “Everything has an order of food chain.” “Even angels?” “Even the doves in white suit.” I said as Azreal smiled. “Don’t tell anyone but demons like,” He moved in closer. “men.”

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

My hands were shaking, my heart pounding, and for the first time since this nightmare started, I felt the full impact of what we were up against. We weren’t just fighting terrorists. We were fighting ghosts—people who moved in the shadows, orchestrating chaos with deadly precision. And Kareem… what was he really? Who was he? I sat down on the edge of a worn couch, my mind racing. Every time I looked at him, I felt a pull—an attraction that was impossible to deny. But there was something more beneath the surface. Something darker. The door creaked open, and Kareem stepped back inside, his expression unreadable.

Others threw out things like Bermuda Triangle disappearances, skyquakes, even spontaneous combustion – a bunch of stuff that I would’ve laughed at if the atmosphere in the room wasn’t so deadly serious. And, you know, if everybody here wasn’t a werewolf. “All correct,” Vincent said. “And most famously of all, the so-called Tunguska Event. Scholars now believe that massive explosion was a result of demons’ first attempt to fully enter our world. They didn’t succeed, however, until a few generations later.” A shudder ran through the class. Vincent went on, “Nobody knows what their full motivations are, or what their plane of origin is like. Suffice to say, a few decades ago, demons developed t

"To warn you I was coming to church next week, I'm sure. Good thing too, so you can warn Vargas. However, I'm sure your little friend already knows. When exactly did you start working with demons, anyway?" This time the older man laughed. "Demons? Please, Rhychard, don't tell me you actually believe in demons?" Rhychard smiled. "You're a preacher. Isn't it your job to believe in them?" Running his hand through his perfect hair, Adrian gave a slight shrug of his thick shoulders. "The demons of today are addictions, more or less, like alcohol, sex, or drugs. They're negative personality traits like envy and greed. Demons are allegorical, Rhychard, the stuff of fantasy writers."

He said and I nodded, I knew I was telling him to defile me, as if he hasn’t already done that here. “Here or there, it’s the same thing, I-i want to feel your body, I want to know what it’s like when you wrap your hands around my neck and fuck me like you do here” I said and there was silence, his eyes danced and kept switching colors, I wanted to know how demons work but not now, later. “I don’t know what’s happening with you right now but fucking hell Ive always wanted to fuck your too, this place is becoming tiring, I want to bent your head against your pillow and fuck you until you cant breathe” he said wrapping his around my waist.

As said by Maddox's father, there is really no way to get rid of them unless the ritual is complete. "Hey I found something interesting.Demons have an enhanced sense of smell and taste.They can sense the other souls, higher ranked demons can even force the evil souls for submission. Gray eyed demons belong from the highest rank and are the cruelest.But there's something more dangerous, two demons combined together can do massive destruction." Martha paused, her face pale as she looked up at me. "You said the Lycan Kingdom had a demon trapped and and.. our Alpha also has a demon which means both together in one place"