Fear Demon Novels & Stories

Faelon exhaled harshly and shook his head. "This is my fight, I don't want you guys getting injured or worse killed. I know your father and he would be super pissed," Faelon fretted. "Are you going to go as your beast?" Atlas questioned. Faelon shrugged his shoulders and explained that he hadn't shifted that completely since his youth and was afraid of frightening Sophia with his complete form. Faelon was a large demon with red eyes and long claw-tipped fingers and toes with just a light coat of gray fur due to his Lycanthropy.

With his hair sticking on his forehead, he looked more innocent, like a high school boy who knew nothing but maths. A smile touched my lips. “Bloodbath,” Manon and Zenia said as they stood up quickly, while Pierre and Ox’s eyes were on him. I saw the fear in their eyes. They maddeningly fear him. “I need to be alone with her,” Demon said flatly. Instantly, they emerged out of the ward. Demon glanced at me briefly before walking closer. I waited for him to ask me if I was okay, like a normal person would, but he didn’t. He just stared at me without a word.

One against an army of fairies, he must be really powerful to defeat them all. "The demons from the hell realm broke the peace treaty and instead of sending an army, they send us their most powerful demon. There's only one demon that uses dark fog and his name is Barbas. He is a demon who feeds on fear. He weaponizes the fear and uses it against his enemies," Oslec carefully explains to us. Oslec runs towards the armory and took as many weapons as he could carry in his hands. We help him set up the traps one by one all over the house. All of the remaining fairies spread out all over the fortress to stand on guard.

“Follow. You will not want an audience for this. Your kind typically does not.” My legs remained rooted to the spot, muscles frozen by the weight of fear. I couldn’t move. The demon paused, then turned with a slow, deliberate motion. His gaze locked with mine and I wanted to flinch back, certain he was seconds away from grabbing me by my hair or dragging me by my foot. His deep, slow inhale filled the space between us, followed by another. I watched his chest expand and contract, my eyes level with his nipples. For a moment, I pondered how fucking odd it was that a demon had nipples.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

"Yes, that demon that chases you? That's all you." No, that can't be. "That can't be right. You're messing with me. All of you! That thing wants to consume me. I can feel it-" "That's because you're afraid of it. That's demon rule one zero one. If you turn your back on it, it deems you as unworthy and unfit to wield its power. Fear is what consumes us. Being afraid only strengthens it. You become its slave. You've been doing the wrong thing all along.”

I say as I bare my teeth at her when she holds her hands up screaming stop. “Please Goddess of Hell, I don’t know what I have done. Please tell me.” she moves to her knees and prostrates on the floor at my feet. “Who do you fear more than me and my father?” She looks up, the colour drains from her face and I chuckle as I bite down on her arm and drag her further into the room as she screams. I stalk around her. The demon leans against the wall, his arms folded over his chest, with a smile on his face as he watches this.

I whispered, though I had no mouth, no throat, no breath to shape the word with. The vibration came again, closer this time, and beneath it I felt something else. Fear. Not mine. His. A raw, bleeding terror threading through the bond like blood through water, and beneath the fear, something that frightened me more. Determination. The kind that does not know how to stop itself. "No," I said into the dark, though nothing could hear me. "No, you promised me you wouldn't. You promised." The demon king's voice slid through the void, amused.

Because if he rises high enough, if his power becomes vast enough, if he grows sharp enough to cut the very concept of fate—then the heavens themselves will kneel. Then I will be the one who taught him how to make them bleed. The gods think they can test him. They think they can measure him. They think they can use the Seer, or the Vessel, or the Primarch’s decree to frighten him into submission. They do not understand that fear is not a cage for boys like Damon. Fear is a key. Fear opens doors. Fear reveals what lies beneath the skin. And beneath Damon’s skin, beneath his wolf and his light and his innocence and his laugh, there is something old, something violent, something the universe ha

Then he pulls away, fiddling instead with my hair next. I gulp, blinking as I open my eyes slowly. Huh? So he didn't kill me immediately. ... Maybe he prefers eating his meals alive; Demons eat humans right?? I breathe shakily at the thought, and he turns his attention to me, causing me to shudder in terror. "Why are you afraid of me mortal? You summoned me yourself anyway." I swallow at that, voicing out my fears; If I'm going to die today, I should at least know how exactly I'll die.