Dostoevsky: Demons Novels & Stories

“Lucian, open the door.” No answer. Inside, he was unraveling. The visions came like knives—sudden, sharp, cutting into his mind. Blurred images, smears of crimson across tiled walls, faceless bodies collapsing in silence. Blood slick on his hands, dripping between his fingers. His own reflection staring back at him in fractured glass, unrecognizable, eyes burning with something monstrous. The voices came next. Not one, not two, but a chorus—shouts of command, ragged screams, whispered instructions that slithered through his skull like poison. Obey. Kill. Bury it. Forget.

The acrid stench of burning metal and gasoline filled my nostrils, an overwhelming reminder of chaos and destruction. Damien stood rooted in place, his mouth agape as he gawked at the inferno that had once been his gleaming vehicle. The flickering flames danced against his face, casting ominous shadows that lent him an almost demonic appearance. The fire reflected in his dark eyes, twin pools of fury and disbelief. "Who dares to try this shit with me?" Damien's voice cracked like a whip in the thick smoke, raw with rage and indignation. The veins in his neck bulged, a clear testament to his anger as he shouted into the chaos around us.

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-EIGHT🎀 She was now watching his face intently, completely mesmerized by how flawless he looked even while unconscious. It must be a demon gene... she thought to herself. Even though she knew folklore always depicted demons as ugly, monstrous creatures, she knew the truth was different. After all, Lucifer himself was a demon, and he was notoriously beautiful. And since Lucifer was the ultimate ancestor for all demons, it actually made total sense why Asher looked the way he did.

Steve's sudden question made me jump, and he grasped my hand harder, saying, “It’s worse than this. Unlike vampires who can sleep for eternity in solitude or fairies who can use their magic to fill nothingness with light and valuables, demons can only wait and listen, hoping to hear what’s happening outside the nothingness.”

Samael gave her a last gaze and decide to take his leave before it is too late, he has only few minutes to get inside the soothing pool Closing the door behind him, Samael went for the only door he created with an entry to the forest directly and went in, disappearing into the other world Samael struggles to get to his abode as the red moon is already showing itself but he can’t seems to get himself straight as the effect of the dark power was taking over him, feeling himself lost to it, his demon being starts to struggle to come out of him but he tries to subdue it and get to comfort The moment he manage to get into his home, his aides rushes to him immediately and help him get into the poo

His fingers in his hole had brushed against a small bump which had caused a shock go through him that he was surprised he had not come. Once he had his body under control, he moved his fingers again rubbing at the bump there and all he could feel was intense pleasure. Unconsciously he closed his eyes and spread his legs so wide that one was already hanging out of the tub! It was not enough he need more. Then his mind conjured up an image of a cock, General Fan’s cock. His fantasy then then showed that he was being pierced by that thick cock. He added in another finger and started to move aggressively as his mind showed him being bent over with his ass in the air and General Fan’s body over h

They all looked at me as if they saw their enemy. "Ah… Stefan!!! Come over here.." my father asked to join them. This doesn't look good. I was getting off vibes from these demons. I need to find out what was happening here. The lights were on and I recognised most of the demons in the room. They were good for nothing, they were terrorist and chaotic to their kingdom. Their presence here only indicated that they all were up to something dangerous and hideous. "Father… What is happening here? Why are these demons here? I thought they were forbidden to enter this territory." I demanded an answer from him.

Most of the times, only a master of seven hells realm can use a demon more than a hundred times to commit crimes. Dante was an evil spirit, he wasn't supposed to live for so long yet.. he was wherever i went. He knew exactly where i was everytime.. Who was that god with dark energy that knew exactly where i could go. Who was the dark god I trusted so much? Who was the one who hated me and my mother so much that he would be willing to make me trust him before hurting me. Who was the one that acted as though he wasn't easily offended but deep inside, he carried a lot of hatred and resentment.

Once again congratulations on becoming a demon. Ban: Ahhh. I totally forgot about that. Demons are long lasting creatures and not to mention the fact that I might really have to take- take over the Avere- -- ( Ehhh???... why am I feeling so dizzy all of a sudden??.. I can't keep my eyes open. My hearing is bad too. What is happening?) ''BAN? BAN? BANNNnnnnn.......''

Sometimes the things we lose are the things we value the most—the persons we value the most. Side effects of an act done in a moment of weakness but while we blame ourselves, we still hope things had turned out differently. And just as we wish to turn back the hands of the clock and do it right, things don't always go the way we want them to. A way of saying, we are not God. Sebastian knocks on the door, the sound cracking rails and blaring horns of trains can be heard from a distance. The stench of dead animals burns his nostrils as he raises his hand to knock again before the door creaks open.