Gremory Demon Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes prepared to die. A musky leather scent hit my nostrils, and my heartbeat increased. I would recognize that scent anywhere. It was Grim. Or maybe I was hallucinating. Death was near after all. “Let her go!” His deep growl filled the hall. They immediately stood up and bowed as he strolled in with a tightened shoulder and a deep frown on his face. A smile tugged my lips. “I said let her go!” He thundered again with so much force that some wolves fell on their knees.

Andras sneered, grinning happily. Andras looked at Edmund with a superior look full of contempt. “A very weak dragon. Right, I was the one who summoned The Grim Reapers," Andras said, grinning widely. "What are you?" asked Edmund again breathlessly. "Andras. I'm a pure-blood demon. I am a marquess, and I lead 30 legions of demon soldiers. If a legion consists of 6000 demons, can you count how many demon soldiers I have? The Grim Reapers I summoned are only a small part of the demon army that I have, not including the low-class demon beasts," Andras said, boasting of the strength and power he possessed.

Speed-56 AGI-56 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Fire Art( Unique) Dark Vision(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Unique) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Feral Lunge(Mystic) Hunger For Blood(Unique) Recharge(Mystic)] [Necromera- Mystic rank] Name: Nero Level 33 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP: 0/80000 HP- ???? CON-???? ATK- 550 STR- 184 DEF-200 DEX-40 Speed- 64 AGI-64 Skills- Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Fire Art( Unique) Penetrating Volley(Mystic) Magic Resistance(Mystic) Cursed( Unique) Miasma(Mystic) Flight(Mystic) Devouring Wings(Unique) Despite their increased levels, their stats haven't altered much because

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

“If I told you of a demon that was an oily black lump, with a haze of distortion around it’s mass. It’s voice makes the ground tremble…I know of nothing like that from my studies but I have been assured of its existence.” This time the small porcelain cup shook in her wrinkled hand and her smile dropped. “Does it have a name?” Racking my brains I tried to remember. “It rhymes with that weird orange plant-“ “Bergamot?” she clipped, as her wolf came to the fore. Her milky, placid eyes suddenly took on a rich green hue as she searched herself for answers. “Yes, it rhymes with Bergamot, one hundred percent.” “That is not a Foxton demon,” she said with a shake of her head. I will double check our

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!?”

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.

"Don't worry, she will love you back. How do you know?" "Have you forgotten that I am a demon?" Gregory looks at him, he only refers to himself as a demon when he does something he doesn't want someone he holds so dear to see, Gregory and Craig both possess some strange power, where they come from, everyone has referred to them as the demon's family, their great grandmother was possessed by the village god, she had gone to the market on the festival day and didn't return on time, so she had seen the face of the gods which no woman is allowed to see.

He was a perfect instrument for the task that lay ahead. The silence was broken by the sudden, violent entrance of a vampire, his chest heaving as he stumbled into the room. His eyes were wild, panic written in every line of his face as he gasped out his report. "Demons… Demons are approaching Dysheria!" His voice was a rasp, strained from fear and exhaustion. The air in the room grew tense, but the cloaked figure at the head of the gathering did not so much as flinch. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, as if considering the news. The others in the room exchanged uneasy glances, but none spoke.

These demons aren't as powerful as they would be in their realm, but they're still not easy to kill. I stomp on a few, crushing them like bugs. Izzy swoops down and chomps a couple at a time while breathing fire on a few more. I look over and see Gabrial and Tazi have shifted, too. The alicorn stabs a demon in the chest while the tiger tears him to pieces. The warriors are using their swords one after another, but the demons keep coming. I don't like this. We're fighting hard, and we haven't even seen Surtur yet.