Good Demons Novels & Stories

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

"I don't care if you're a murderer, I just want to eat." Then that's when I met Jieun a.k.a Ayu, she's also a Demon assassin and she was the one who recruited me and then I met the four Demon Gods, Demian, Seth, Ruthven and Azazel. They are all living in the underworld. They're Demons but they all look like they live on Mt. Olympus, well, all bad guys are rather good looking handsome or just like me, super good looking pretty handsome. Those ugly ones? They are just good, doing evil things.

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

"Incubus demons might be considered arrogant and pretentious, but we are nothing the North think of us. We enjoy fucking women, no doubt, but there's a good side to us too." Lou and Clinton were the first to laugh at my statement, but then I heard a chuckle beside me from Lumi and then it spread to every guest on the table, except Akkar and of course the virgin of the moon, Kaliya. I frowned wondering if she was just being respectful to her father. "I would like to say that we demons are more than the sex that we give. We might make you scream in bed, but we have no evil intentions." I paused, and my eyes ran past Kaliya. "This union between us marks an open floor with the North and South. I

He turns and sees my focus on his hand, before pausing a moment to also look down at what is now normal skin, and makes a soft noise under his breath that almost seems like a laugh. “Figured out why the smarter wolves are afraid of me, Princess?” he mocks me before pushing his way inside. Unrattled by my seeing his true self, and in fact, it feels a lot like he grows cockier with every step as my returning trepidation grows. It sends a chill through me as I follow him into the cozy space, not really taking it in, my thoughts swimming with newfound fear as I try to recall Leyanne's teachings. Demonics. The fractured half of the Angelics. Once a whole whose conflicting parts were torn apart be

Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose. His dual nature became an ever-present torment. He found himself torn between the memories of a life he cherished and the reality of the darkness that threatened to consume him. The demon's whispers grew louder, urging him to surrender, to give in to his true nature. But in the depths of his being, a flicker of resistance burned, a small flame of hope that refused to be extinguished.

Derek was tired of adding formalities and just went straight to the point "Avarez Dunek, you need to stop this madness you think you can display, for Pete's sake, you are a king" Avarez paused after hearing his name from his personal guard and best friend, his expression turned cold and lonely "Derek, just let me have this one-time peace before I get tormented again" with that, he closed the door on Derek and started putting on his disguise. Derek was never one to be emotional in his judgement but his best friend had suffered many torment from hell, one exposure wouldn't hurt or so he thought. They had embarked on a journey to the demon market. The demon market is a market for many illegal t

He didn't know what he was to expect upon exiting the golden gates that he'd known all his life. Having slipped on a plain black hoodie and jeans, he'd hoped he wouldn't stand out once he reached the pits. Everyone had explained for years that it was a terrifying and depressing existence to live in. Not a soul ever dared to enter without reason. It was believed that demons were hateful creatures, relishing off the agony of others. He didn't believe this to be true, but it didn't cease the fear that bubbled in his chest.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Being part of the Supernatural world opens your eyes to many things. Demons were created after the fall of Lucifer. Unlike some angels, we were not made in heaven. A few of us are the progeny of the six demon lords who served as lieutenants for Lucifer. The rest of the demons are just products of evil souls that Lucifer enslaved. Only the progeny of a demon lord has real power. That is until each Lord rebelled against Lucifer. That’s the bad part of being evil─ everyone wants to rule. Each demon lord wanted to be the master of hell, and Lucifer disagreed. One day he sent his most trusted enforcers to annihilate each Lord, including my father. My mother was a minor demoness of no real power.