Gremory Demon Novels & Stories

"But remember, the Demon werewolf is not to be trifled with. If you ever feel like you are in danger, you must come to me immediately." "Thank you," I said. "I won't forget your words of caution." The Lycan sorcerer nodded, his eyes fixed on me. "Remember, the Demon werewolf is a formidable opponent," he said. "But with the talisman, you stand a fighting chance." After thanking the Lycan sorcerer, my stepfather and I made our way back through the dense woods towards our home. The path was treacherous, and we had to navigate through thickets and fallen logs to make our way forward.

Derek, the vampire with unearthly grace and hypnotic allure, added his ancient powers to their group. Together, they stood as a formidable force, ready to face the colossal demon and restore order to the chaotic realm. The demon giant, with skin as black as night and muscles rippling with unholy power, roared with fury as it beheld the trio of warriors. Its fiery eyes glowed with malevolence, and the stench of sulfur emanated from its massive form. The ground trembled beneath its weight as it stomped forward, unleashing a bellow that shook the very foundations of Hell.

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.

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.