Gremory Demon Novels & Stories

*** Valor stood in a rotten wooden house, in his hands were yellowed sheets of paper with strange and monstrous drawings. Standing beside Valor was a man dressed in black, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice “They are called Demon.S, a demon slaying organization that has been expanding rapidly in recent years. The reason they were able to grow like that was that they had a special medicine in their hands. With that potion, controlling or killing a vampire is too simple.” “Even vampires of royal blood?” Valor asked “That, I don't know ... It's been a long time since a descendant of the royal family appeared."

The Goldren said, “And I thought you were strong. I sincerely hoped I would find some thrill. Weak—that’s what you are.” The demon scoffed and said, wing standing in an awkward position, “Wait until Roosevelt demons come here personally and deal with you weaklings, just because your powers are—” “Why is my wing not growing back!” he asked in shock. “What vile magic have you used on me? What are you!” Erin’s creation laughed. “A Goldren. That’s what I’m called.” The Goldren dipped the sword into the demon’s heart, and the demon dropped dead. The Goldren shook its head.

I hadn’t questioned their plans thoroughly enough and walked into them blind. “Our father’s grimoire mentions some of the things he learned from Morningstar. The Pit is the deepest part of the demon realm. Some higher level demons have abilities of their own. That could be how it neutralized your magic. How Denver managed to get his hands on a ritual like that, I’m not sure. Dark magic is highly corruptive. It clearly sank its claws into Denver and didn't let go.” Jude threaded his fingers through his already messy hair, “It’s a miracle you made it out of there.”

The crimson liquid was completely absorbed into the gargoyle’s porous form, amplified by demon magic. A complex network of glowing, dark veins began to pulse violently beneath the stone surface, and the gargoyle’s heavy eyelids suddenly snapped wide open. It’s eyes were bloodshot, glowing, and completely menacing. A low, vibrating growl reverberated heavily through the mountain air, serving as both a ancient warning and a dark greeting to it’s threshold.

He felt like his brother was just too depressing as if they would fail at the next moment. Grook sighed helplessly. He knew he would not be able to convince his brother, so he merely shook his head and kept his silence. There was no point in arguing like that. At that moment, two figures suddenly appeared in front of them. Goyle looked over and suddenly laughed. "Didn't I say we were lucky?! Look over there!" Grook looked over to where Goyle was indicating, and they saw two demons rapidly approaching them. One of those demons was a green demon while the other was a crimson demon.

I blurted out the question. I noticed that his smile faltered. "Ethan Grant." He responded grimly before he turned away to look in front. "Ethan is the biggest douchebag in this college. He thinks he owns the place because his dad's the Dean. He likes to beat people up for fun." Skylar put in bitterly. I could feel my face contorting in disgust. What kind of a creep beat people up for fun? Maybe I could teach him a lesson or two. ************* "Hey Verena, wait up!" I heard Skylar's breathless voice call out from behind.

There’s a demon hiding inside of him. “Are you alright?” Devon asked. I looked at him and didn’t answer “You looked at him too much… is something bothering you?” He asked me again. “No, I was just amazed at his face...look,” I said and tried to show them. “Looked at his angelic face and his eyes” And they both went closer to see more clearly. “Is there something you noticed?” I asked them “The eyes… are like a fire raging hiding behind an angelic face,” Luna answered. Brilliant. She got it right.

Before he put them in the fire, his hand too got wrapped by two more snakes with their tail into the soil. Satan growled as his fury touched the edge, exhibiting a blood-core demonic aura that caused all the trees there to turn completely to ashes, and the soil to turn red in blood as the demon with his snakes granulated under the soil. Similarly, a crown appeared on his head in place of horns.

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.”

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.