Easy Demons Novels & Stories

Finally, I shook my head. "No. I don't trust you enough for that. Is there another way?" Martha visibly relaxed. Apparently, all that time she was ready to grab me, persuade me, pull me away and stop me from going inside. The demon, however, only smiled. "Good boy. Be sure to remember not to trust demons. Not because we're spawn of the Dark Tempter or whatever it is you call that, it's all stupid. No, it's because people are our food, and negotiating with your food is the same as if you tried talking to a piece of sausage. In the end, you'll still eat it, whatever it told you. So don't forget that."

So breakable. Asmodea slithered through the crowd like smoke, invisible to mortal eyes, feeding on the lustful glances thrown at the cheerleaders. But Emily… Emily was special. The demon circled her during the routine, whispering temptations only the girl could faintly hear as intrusive thoughts. Look at them all staring at you… imagining ripping that tiny skirt off… bending you over right here on the field…

it’s like he wants to kill me. Is he still the Jared I meet? He suddenly changes right now, I don’t know him anymore. I was surprised when he quickly approached me and stabbed me in the heart. I felt pain. Not because of the stab, but because of him. I can’t believe that he could do this to me... I could feel the tears dripping from my eyes as we stared at each other. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes. “Just die Eunice, I don’t want to see your face again! A demon like you deserves to die! Oh, happy 18th birthday. I hope you’ll see Satan in hell.” He smiled, it was like he was happy seeing me like this.

Evelyn agreed quickly, without half a second's hesitation, and with a cheerful expression on her face, as if she wasn't dealing with a blood-bathed demon, but an elementary school teacher who had asked her if she wanted to go on a spring trip together. Of course, there was no reluctance in Evelyn's mind - she'd found the trick with demons, which was not to say no and to be as submissive as possible. That could be really easy for Evelyn.

I exclaimed cheerfully. Bastian smiled at my outburst and turned us into the park’s parking lot. He found a spot quickly and placed the car in park. He took his seatbelt off and turned in his seat to look at me. “Okay Ren time for a pop quiz. Are you ready?” I giggled and nodded, wiggling excited in my car seat. “How many types of demons are there?” “7!” “Correct and which type am I?” “Pride!” “Besides demons, what else is out there?”

Or how much he was really into her and really wants to have her? He took another sip from his drink and it wasn’t long, the glass was empty and he needs to refill. Not knowing how else to pass his time, he sat there, drinking and thinking. He didn’t want to sleep, knowing that as soon he closes his eyes, his demons would be unleashed and they would be out to get him like they always do, and now the only person that could let him have a peaceful sleep doesn’t even want him near.

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

He wasn’t merely feeding—he was taking everything, the anguish, the fear, the exhaustion, as if he could purge me of all that had weighed me down for so long. I began to drift, my consciousness slipping away, lost in the haze of his embrace. My knees buckled, but Dominic caught me effortlessly, his strong arms cradling me as he continued to drink. His hunger was insatiable, desperate, as though he had been starving for centuries, and I felt an odd thrill knowing I was the one who could ease his torment. It was addictive, this strange connection, the sensation of being consumed while giving something of myself. A dark, seductive pull that left me yearning for more.

"Now channel that energy into your body. Imagine it flowing through you like a river." Esteria's heart raced as she concentrated. She envisioned the energy weaving through her veins, merging with her own essence. The sensations became more distinct, and she felt a spark within her—something dormant yet powerful. "Open your eyes," El-Kharis commanded gently. She did, and the world seemed sharper, more vivid. The colors of their energies were clearer now, and she could see how they danced around her, wrapping her in warmth and strength. A sense of belonging surged within her—these demons were not just her companions; they were a part of her now.