Fear Demon Novels & Stories

The sound of the sword clattered and I heard a hideous growl and it disappeared immediately. I trembled in fear. Demons are capable of inflicting fear on another. Even if I think they are not scary, my body will automatically feel fear. It's something you cannot escape. That's why it's important to bear in mind that no matter how scared you are, you must fight. I swallowed. I now saw a black hooded figure that looked like a death reaper standing with his back to me. The demon fell on its feet and now was burned to ashes. The figure is tall with broad shoulders.

Finally bold enough, I asked, "Could you check?" The demon even jerked his head, then laughed. Have you ever heard a demon's laughter? Do you think it's scary? It's no scarier than a storm, or lighting, or a hurricane. It sounds wild, and furious, and mad, and fiery, yet oh so beautiful. The room suddenly became chilly. Smoke swirled in the corners of the pentagram, and Martha grew even paler. She was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold the demon back-or that I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from stepping toward him. I wasn't going to do that, however. I knew all too well you weren't supposed to trust demons.

When the others saw Demon rushing forward, nobody dared to get close because they were afraid of being attacked by Demon. Whenever this freak started fighting, he would not recognize anyone. Demon stuck his long tongue out and instantly moved behind Thomas. He extended his fingernails to Thomas’ neck like they were steel knives. “I want to… eat!” That was the first time Emma had feared for Thomas. Demon was so speedy that she nearly could not follow his movements. It would be very hard even for Thomas to deal with him, right?

"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?"

“Why do you do this? Why don’t you listen to me?” Desmond put his hands on my face gently. His thumbs went under my ears. “Shh. Don’t cry. I had to go outside alone because it preys on your weakness and fear. Why do you fear so much?” I removed his hands from my face. “Why don’t you fear anything? That creature is the most terrifying thing I have ever seen. It’s a demon for crying out loud. How are your eyes able to endure its frightfulness? Why doesn’t the sight of it invoke any fear you?”

“I need the power that comes with it. I need people to fear me.” “Why?” she asked in curiosity. “Do you want the feeling of being feared, Daemon? Or are you extracting revenge against someone? Is it about money then?” A cold expression flicked across his eyes before he completely hid it back. “You will be shocked once you learn how fear operates, Devon. It incapacitates people.” He paused to gaze at her face. “Are you scared of me?”

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

I feel a bone-chilling fear engulfing me slowly and it feels as if I may just pass out. Clenching my fists, I force myself to stay alert. This has just proven my theory. This sark entity surely does feed on fear. The more I cower in fear, the stronger its aura becomes. There is no way I am going to aid this demon. I will dispel it with all I have. Turning around, I glare at the corner where I feel the dark energy is most concentrated. Then I see it! A dark figure of a man in a purple hooded cloak. Its face is hollow. In its right hand, it is holding a scythe.

He had red pupils with vertical irises like a cat’s. “What is he?” I leaned in and whispered to Xavier. He merely glanced at the boy and then looked away. “He’s a demon. I wouldn’t keep staring if I were you. He’s a dream demon. You don’t want him latching onto you. They plague humans in their dreams, feeding off their fears.” I looked away instantly, but I could still feel those red eyes on me. “Everyone in here is supernatural?”

she asked very quietly. “Too far away to hear them properly,” Caiden said tersely. “I don’t think I’ve seen that demon before. He’s a high-ranking demon judging by the horns.” “Does he look scary?” Clara asked. The demon’s appearance technically didn’t matter as she wouldn’t be able to see him, but she wanted to know what they were up against. “You would most likely find him scary,” Caiden confirmed. “Ah.” Clara looked blankly out the window. Something must have happened for him to react.