Gremory Demon Novels & Stories

His blood ran cold when everyone froze in place, Asha included Damian and Diamanté had suddenly appeared at their table as if the two chairs they were sitting in were there the whole time. “Well well well, look what Blood’s got going on here. You’re in heaven right now, aren’t you?” Damian asked though not expecting an answer. Diamanté went to run the back of his hand against Asha’s face, but Young growled out, “don’t you dare touch her.” Both demons eyed him and shared a troubling look. “The council sent us to see how your progress is going and imagine our surprise when we find you humaning around with your little doll,” Damon said.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

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.

Their armor shattered, and their forms dissolved into grey ash before they even hit the ground. But Silas—the thing that used to be Silas wasn't so easily stopped. He let out a roar that tasted like rust in the air and swung a massive, jagged arm at Vane. Vane caught the blow with his bare hand. The sound of metal meeting demonic flesh was like a sledgehammer hitting an anvil. Vane’s shoes cracked the stone floor beneath him, but he didn't move an inch. A thin trickle of dark, almost black blood ran down his palm, and the sight of it sent a jolt of adrenaline through Elara. He was bleeding. He was real.

When Godric looked into the demon's eyes, he froze. He looked straight into two black eyes, which seemed to reflect the dark disposition. A red tinge mixed into the black and the black kohl made the eyes look particularly dangerous. Godric couldn't help but stare at this man. It was as if he couldn't take his eyes off this one anymore. As if something deep down forbade another sight. The long, black and red strands of the otherwise short haircut were blowing slightly in the wind and the demon let go of the sword of fire. At the same time, the fire died down, leaving only the monk's charred corpse. Furthermore, Godric could only stare at this demon in front of him. It was as if he was caught

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

"You really think that will stop me? Besides, I'm not here to suck you dry. I'm here to help. You see, Cleo has become troublesome for business. I ignored her during her vendetta against some trivial little wolf, but now the woman is set on overthrowing me. But she seems to have a torn in her side-you. I heard your plea, and I am willing to help. I can get you out of purgatory and back on Earth-but it will come at a great cost. I can transform you into a Fomoire." Grace's eyes widen. The Fomoire was a race of demons that brought destruction and bad omens to the people of Danyrus. It is said that it is in their nature to do so. Would she be willing to sell her soul to warn her loved ones? Gra

As we reached the flat ground, the mouth of the mountain where I saw the gravitational pull from the portal above the sky where it pulls up the demons that desire to get into the human world, my attention was turned to Frix and Kelly who are now busy ripping fourth and fifth tier demons apart, clearing our paths towards the portal. “GO!!!” Xeno screamed at Sherman and his men. The heavy pull of the gravity is gone in this part of the monster and the air is clearer and colder and it gives chills to my skin. I concentrated myself on covering them with my barrier but to my horror, a giant demon with a head of a bull appeared in front of Sherman, grabbing one of his men. “MARKAN!!! Nooooo!!!” I

The demons sipped in and out of every room moving through shadows until they found her in a room sleeping comfortably. “Master needs you back” a demon mocked waking her up. “Let go off me” Nelly kicked and screamed, because of them she had gotten back her voice and could shout for help. “Will you stop shouting nobody will help you, I promise you that” the demon replied carrying her. The door was knocked down by an heavy force startling them, “You heard the lady, let her go” Gamma Noth roared at them. He launched at a demon tearing it apart. they all disappeared and he thought he had won the battle, he turned to where Nelly was and couldn’t find her.

I clenched my jaw as realization set in. "She had a chance to hurt you, but she didn't. It's almost like she was toying with you. Did you say that she reeked of sulphur?" I said. "Yes, why?" "I think we have figured out who the demon is" Her eyes went wide. "Allora is a demon?" She gasped and I nodded. "Only demons reek strongly of sulphur," Jared commented. "No way," Rylee breathed. "I'm a little lost here. Are we talking about the same demon that is connected to the sigil that was found on the corpses?" Jared said.