Folklore Demons Novels & Stories

Easton pressed something on the tablet and an image appeared on the screen—a drawing of a black, horned creature with burning eyes and a twisted jaw. It didn't look like it was taken out of a fantasy illustration. “Many of you grew up hearing stories about demons,” he said. “Folk tales. Warnings. Myths. But demons were real. They are thousands of years ago and we have reason to believe that they now walk the mortal realm.” Whispers rose again, louder and sharper. Easton continued, “They were powerful. Corrupting. And nearly impossible to kill. It took every magical race working together to push them out of this realm and seal them in the Underworld.”

She had only heard stories about the deranged demons, and to her, they were even scarier than the Gods that cursed their kind, maybe because the deranged demons were closer, she was able to hear their howls in the night, and the next day, someone would be announced dead. She had expected to see a monster, for that is what the deranged demons were described as, they were the demons that failed to control the dark energy and fell under the control of their bloodthirst, they were mad creatures, whose consciousness was lost. unable to differentiate what was right and wrong, they considered everything that moved as their prey, whether it was an animal, a human, or a demon.

It is believed to have been created by a demon with knowledge of alchemy. A horrifying, forbidden creature filled with pure malice that seeks destruction and blood. Once infected, any creature will not be able to breathe life again until they die. It was a hateful and miserable horror. Scholars were unable to explain how the demons learned of witchcraft. Even though most of the dark arts and rituals of the demons were controlled by the top beings in the world, they will never be able to decipher the mysteries behind them. The only hint to its existence would be the words of the last hero that died during the battle.

Elroy felt his neck, bothered by Lukas words. "Rank three are called summoners, they are selfish people as I put it, who offer their blood as sacrifice to the spirits of ancient sorceresses or forces of untold realms, in exchange for dark magic, thinking power is everything.” “Don’t let them scare you though, they are not as tough as forces or ancient spirits,” Mira guaranteed. “That's not even reassuring,” Elroy spoke worriedly. "They are even in the rank three realm." “Rank two demons are called Behamolts, they come as children at first then transform into a mighty beast, body of a bull standing on two legs, head of a ram, teeth of a wolf and claws of a bear.”

A being clouded by mystery and wonder. Centuries back The lost forest was just an ordinary forest known for its beauty. Demons would often visit that place as it's rich in food and not to mention staying there for a few hours can replenish one's spiritual energy faster than sleeping for a whole day. Apparently it was a haven for demons. That was supposed to be it. However, not everything can go peacefully. Soon afterward Demons realize that the reason their energy replenishes faster in the lost forest is because of the existence of the hell sprites. Demons started capturing them whenever they had the chance and started conducting various researches and experiments they could. Upon doing so t

“It talks of the fair folk a lot and to appease them always. They still pass those traditions down from generation to generation, and we put it right into the traditions of the inn, so it becomes a unique part of the visit. There’s also talk about spirits and ghosts. Like they are two different things.” “They often are. We often must look out for hundreds of creatures in the lore we research in the different local areas. You’ve got normal ghosts and demons. But some explain certain things by attributing certain events to nature or elemental spirits. A ghost is the spirit of a once-living creature. Nature or elemental spirits never possessed a physical body or ever died. Now some scholars thi

Turning to see him, she was surprised to see that there was blood coming down from Mona’s ankle, “Are you alright?” Rose quickly stood up, putting magic that would lessen her pain and helped Mona to sit down. Mona chuckled, “Sorry, I should be the one tending to you but one of those bastards tried to cut my legs.” “Those gargoyles are indeed dangerous,” she whispered. “They belong to a demon. There are different types of demons back in Hell. The one who seemed to have a contract with Shawn had a power where they could summon creatures from Hell itself,” said Mona, explaining it to her, “My power are quite different.”

Alistair studied October's face like he knew what she had in mind, but he got to explaining, anyway. "There are seven dimensions; dimension one is where demons and creatures of the dark reside. They are lesser beings. In that place, there is not. No trees or water. But they feed on people's soul to survive. Then the second dimension belongs to trolls, gnomes, giants, leprechauns-" "I hate that movie." October cut him off. He gave her a look. "What?" "Nothing." October leaned her head so that it was now on Alistair's chest.

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

"Do not anger Landa, just tell us things we need to know because we've been tasked to sweep the dirt around." "I'm presuming by dirt, you mean the demons hovering around?" I shared a glance with Landa and I quickly take my eyes off her sharpness. "The demons, yes. They've been…released through a crack between the underworld and here." The shock on Vofen's face wasn't as much as I thought would be there. As old and wise as Vofen, anyone could tell how sneaky he could be. A very slimy god that took his adventures and sweet life very seriously. A beautiful god but with a tail that when touched, could melt anything I to liquid. That was just a bit of the things get was capable of doing.