Gothic Demons Novels & Stories

Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying. Around her, her comrades stood in a tense silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The demon, moving with an unsettling deliberateness, slowly ventured towards Belle, its form shifting and writhing as it advanced, drawing ever nearer to the trembling woman who had summoned it from the abyss. "A soul of a lowly harlot's offspring, hahaha," the demon intoned, its voice an indistinct amalgamation. Was it male or female? Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender.

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.”

Evelyn has seen mages, elves, dragons, giants, and goblins in this other world, but not demons. Demons are a collective term for all the foul and unclean demons of the Abyss that grow in the Old Realm, cut off from all time and space, and are the offspring of the Old Gods. Thousands of years ago, the Old Gods were overthrown by the New Gods and banished to the Old Realm, and it is the New God system that the off-world continent Evelyn is on believes in.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

What is Pete actually planning to do to me at that ceremony? I move to the small bookshelf in my room, searching for anything about demons or dark magic. Most of the books are romance novels and etiquette guides, useless for my purposes. But tucked at the back, I find a thin volume on supernatural creatures. I flip through pages frantically until I find a short section on demons. The text is brief, clearly sanitized for general reading, but it gives me fragments of information. "Demons are entities from the Lower Realms, capable of manifesting in the physical world only through complex rituals. They require anchors to maintain corporeal form and powerful vessels to contain their essence."

Marcus roared, his arms shifting immediately into massive amber-furred claws. The bubbling mud didn’t just rise, it re-shaped itself. Hulking, grotesque figures pushed up from the bog. They were mud-demons, eight-foot tall golems, built from thick sludge, rotting cypress roots, and bleached bones of the Coven’s past victims. Their empty eye sockets glowed the same sickly purple light as that effigy they’d sent to my estate. "Tear them down!" I screamed, half turning my body as I shifted. My jaw expanded, my fangs dropping, and I launched myself off the root-path straight into the center of the demon mass.

I asked Valerie. “That was a Grim demon. They are a type of Abyss demon created when werewolves or humans experience great pain before they die. Their restless souls wander around for a while and soon become corrupted, then merge together at a center to become... that thing you saw. Depending on the number of people that died, there could be hundreds in this forest,” Valerie said. “No! You can't be serious,“ I said, tears gathering in my eyes. “How did you find it anyway?” Marie asked.

I kept my eyes on my shoes, wishing the sun would just finish setting so we could go back inside. “You know,” Jeremiah said, breaking the quiet. “There is an old story about this time of evening. They say dusk is when the demons come out.” I bit my lip to keep from rolling my eyes. I didn't think he was the type for ghost stories. I decided to play along just to keep the conversation moving. “Demons? What are they looking for?” I asked, stepping slightly closer to him as a shadow flickered in the trees. “They hunt for souls,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “They call out your name. They can mimic the voice of anyone you trust. A friend, a parent, or someone you love. If you answer th

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

“Lord! Please run away! Demons are attacking! “Demons are supposed to be at the borders, how the hell are they attacking us!” Panic Gautbert reached out from below the seat of the carriage revealing a foreign looking black slender steel with a handle. As Gautbert opened the carriage door and aimed at the demon who's attacking one of his guards , a loud blast resonated as he pulled the trigger. It was an illegal weapon in the kingdom.