Gatekeeper Demon Novels & Stories

The demon was so disinterested in their meeting that they almost felt he was here to look after the Princess. Esmer furrowed her brows and parted her lips, but he beat her to it. "Take another vial of my blood. We have an idea of where 'a gate' might be. Show me you can close it." He was talking about the gate that might be under the lake. The gate that the sea demonic monster came out of. The witches all looked shocked by his command, but the new Mistress of Sarang only glared at him fiercely. She hadn't forgotten what he was capable of.

With my stubbornness, I almost couldn’t believe that I was asking a demon for help. “I need information. There’s a demon that I need your help finding.” “A demon?” He sounds interested. His stance changes, leaning a bit in interest. “What kind of demon are you looking for?” “The Gargantuan Dragon of Fire—Gorshe.” “Gorshe!?” Belphegor exclaims. “Why would you be looking for that demon!?”

she calls to whoever guards the door. “No one in or out by King Lucifer’s orders,” comes the reply—deep, inhuman, and accompanied by a crackling sound. I conjure a reflection spell in the corner to see what we’re dealing with. Two massive guards—walking flame and cooling rock. They look like Te Kā from Moana—only meaner. “Yes, I’ve seen Moana,” I mutter. “Grey used to love it.” “Fire demons,” I whisper to Rowen and Alexander.

Argadon hissed, but repeated everything I said, and the demonic part of me sensed that the number of demons next to the portals considerably decreased. The others left, only those who served Argadon remained. Did he expect I would let him release all of the dark rabble? And only when I felt a cold shiver, signifying a taken oath, did I allow the gates to open wider, and Argadon’s posse to pass through. What were they like? In a word, creepy. Chimeras with flaming crests, human-headed snakes, odd-looking creatures like octopi bodies with jaws attached to them... There were many of them, and even I found it difficult to look at them. The demon seemed to grow even larger, and the fire inside hi

"I mean, I knew you were some kind of powerful immortal big bad, but...an actual motherfucking Neph.” ‘He embodies something greater. He is the archdemon known as "The Gatekeeper." Killian's wolf spoke in his head. It was rumored that three of the Fallen's devoted and trustworthy disciples perished after he was cast down from the Sky Empire. ‘If he is the gatekeeper, then…’ Killian’s wolf trailed off as Killian’s gaze darted toward the unconscious Knox. “Oh fuck… this was bad!”

I asked her, suddenly bringing her out of her thoughts. “It is sulfur. To be able to send Alveric to the other realm and bring him back along with the two other souls, we would need to keep the gates open. This is risky because, with the gates open, souls can escape. In the instance that they do escape, we have sulfur. It has been assumed for centuries that the gatekeeper for the realm between life and death is the devil himself. Sulfur is a non-metallic element that is found normally on the earth's crust and is known in the Bible as brimstone. The most notable use of sulfur in the supernatural world is that it is a key marker of demonic manifestation. It appears that the more powerful the d

It had been almost a decade since the old demon had been trapped in that house, unable to leave because he had been tied to the house, now that the chance had presented itself to Krane through Liam, he would do whatever it takes to bring the demon back. Master Krane knew of the story, of the powerful demon who had been worshiped a decade ago but not just by a family as the humans had carried it but he had been worshiped by a group of human who then, had called themselves The Custodians. They were highly devoted and they had served in all honesty, with all their mind and heart and sincerity. Gates was a demon god. How or why his worshippers had suddenly disappeared was a mystery that only th

The guards exchanged looks and one of them stepped forward and said, “Who are you, identify yourself.” Alaric scoffed. “How dare a measly demon guard question my identity? Scram.” He said as the guard was blown against the iron gate by a strong wind. His head snapped at the contact with the gate as well as all the bones in his body breaking. His corpse fell crumply on the ground.

The gate studies me with the cold patience of an executioner choosing where to place the blade. "Surrender one precious memory," the voice says again, filling every corner of the room without ever seeming to move its mouth, because it has no mouth. "That is the price for his crossing. Give it, and the demon goes to earth. Keep it, and the demon stays in Veyra." My jaw tightens so hard I taste blood. "That's not a price. That's a robbery." “Your time is running out,” the gate reminds me, and the pressure in my chest tightens.

"I told you, didn't I? I will put an end to that problem of yours. I'm not toying you, Katherine. Let's say, I want to play a game with you." "What's the difference, huh? You want to play with me, it's all the same!" "Toying you is different from playing with you. Toying you means I'm just the one who's receiving all the benefits, meanwhile, if I say playing with you, you can cooperate and have your fair share of benefits in our game." "Well then, Mr. Supernatural, I don't want to play a game with you." "It's Helion. My name is Helion." "I don't care about your name at all."