Gothic Demons Novels & Stories

"I have tolerated your bullshit, CODY! You used my sister and now it is my turn to save her. What the hell does breaking the borders mean?" I refused to be angered by her. After all, she was right. Except that I wasn't using Kaliya…I care for her. "Incubi demons, what do you expect. They would begin to prey on your maidens. The ones that escaped have extreme sexual urges." "The wolves' pheromones would begin to leak and lure more of them" she muttered, but in extreme shock. She turned to me angrily "What are you going to do about this?" "I have sent an order for every other demon to be stopped, but the ones that are already there. I do not know what is going on now. I have to reach Kaliya an

Leon The fucking screams still echoed in my head. Didn’t matter how many hours I had spent in the dungeon. It wasn't enough. My knuckles were raw. My shirt stained. I could still feel the steel under my palms. Still see the blood. But those bastards… they were holding out. Paid in fucking casho, no names, no faces. The same shit over and over again. It wasn’t enough. I needed more blood. More pain. I needed to rip them apart until they begged to fucking die.

It would also make some sense of why she could so easily slip into many different version of herself, honoring them and calling on the will to embody each sliver of herself. Her defiant answer was just the thing to kick in Blood’s lust for her energy, to taste the essence of what kept her body animated until there was nothing left. This moment made him understand why demons and succubi were often mistook for each other. Having the opportunity to ignore her needs and drink her soul dry of its life force showed him what separated them. As a demon, he wasn’t a slave to his thirst for it though, it was his choice to drink a little or all of her or none at all, unlike a succubus. For that gift, h

Byron cackled, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "Think you can run from it? These desires come from inside you, from your own body, your own heart. The Demonic Art reaches beyond death itself. There is no escaping it." He let out a cold, satisfied sneer. Suddenly, a massive cloud of black mist, threaded through with a sickly pink haze, exploded outward and blanketed the entire sky above the Umbral Peak Sect.

“ I don't want you doing anything irrational, that'll probably ruin the plan, I know how much you hate them and want them dead. But still, be reasonable.” “ I am being reasonable. If I wasn't reasonable I wouldn’t be here.” Godfather sighed and signalled the guards which stood beside him and soon, they distributed documents across the table. Alex grabbed one and opened it. I didn't want to look inside but my curiosity didn't waver, so then I decided to push my nonchalant attitude to the side and peak a little and what I saw made me my stomach churn. Grosteque images of women, naked, their bodies stained with blood, their bodies marked with a symbol of a sword piercing a bird. I didn't need a

My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I pressed my back against the wall, my limbs trembling uncontrollably. The demons stood at the door, their eyes filled with eerie stillness and coldness as their towering figures claimed the space of the room. Their claws were long and sharp, skin blacker than coal, limbs an unnatural amount, and sharp horns on their heads. I clenched my hands into fists, trying to keep them from shaking, but my body refused to listen. My entire being screamed at me to run, to get as far away from them as possible, but my back was already against the wall, there was nowhere to go.

“Where is Gugu?” I asked Grip but he just shrugged. I glared at him making him sigh. “I saw her run after Bruce,” he answered. A resounding curse escaped my mouth. Demons are feed not only through human souls but also by other spirits whether a ghost or evil ones.

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

said Belphegor, as he guided Chaos into the second floor of the library, where four grimoires were releasing a dim aura and presence… that of demonic and malicious nature. The fur grimoires were above altars, and they were being held tight by powerful seals made by Ainz, Chaos could clearly feel the power of his father still present within them. The altars were all lined up, and before them, there was another painting from Lady Lesithea. Chaos glanced at it, it seemed to be a painting of these four demons. "What are the origins of these demons?" wondered Chaos.

Instead, the ethereal blaze emitted an otherworldly glow, casting an ominous hue that bespoke its divine origin. The searing, radiant flames bore a spectral quality that defied the physical realm, scorching Belphegor's very spirit while leaving his corporeal form unscathed. It was a manifestation of Holy Fire, an awe-inspiring testament to the wrath of the divine. The demons, typically unyielding in the face of terror, stood transfixed and aghast, their very essence trembling in the presence of such unfathomable power.