Gremory Demon Novels & Stories

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.

damn it he sure had miscalculated something, searching for lock picks on the floor and couldn't find any he proceeded to try and open it with one of his special tools, suddenly he was glad he took it everywhere, it really did serve him a lot of purposes. After a few minutes he was done unlocking Kales but he was grabbed by the collar and flinged to the wall.. groaning in pains he tried standing up slowly as the impact had been much. This was actually what he had been afraid off, the last shred that held Kales consciousness and humanity was gradually getting thin and he was starting to get more aggressive and fierce.. the only solution was to knock him out before injecting him with a sedative

"Have you read these books? I mean, have you read every page of each one?" "No, although I have learned quite a bit from it." The two men widen their eyes. "But what's going on anyway? Why are they reacting this way?" They both go into a deep silence, thinking about the best way to start the subject. The dark-haired demon points with his finger to the black-covered book. "That is a Grimoire of Dark Magics. You probably used some spell from here to summon me." Then he points to the other volume, the gray-covered one.

demon:- what kind of weapon do you have, it might going to help in planning, let me start first, my hate is a big boom, it's exploded with a remote, and I have two guns in clothed name:- my belt is a flexible blade, which is very hard to handle, my heart ring are drone boom, I have to take a target picture, and it will follow it and kill my target, I have only two, and my whole dress is electrified, mean if someone touches me he get death shock, it getting charge if I move and walk, demon:- I have long-range weapons and you have defence and attack weapons, this might come in handy. demon and Nami enter the room, there was already a team, a psycho boy and an angry girl. demon:- seems like we

My eyes glowed intensely and a large orb of swirling dark energy slowly formed on my palms, "Deus Ex Mortem, heed my call. To bring forth destruction to this world's damned souls!" "Oblivio!" I screamed and the orb of dark energy discharged towards the group of demon sorcerers. A large explosion occurs reducing the demons into embers of dust and ashes. Through that feat, the Demons shrieked in horror once more. "He's an abomination!" One of them screamed. "Well, I had no reason to suspect that…." I tightly gripped my Short Sword once again and decidedly attacked the General for the second time. I need to make sure this one would connect.

Rener said. His gaze was piercing, the subtle warning etched in every word. Tomoya's memory of the grimoire surfaced, as vivid as if it were before him now. Dryzza had been fixated on seeing it, as if it were the missing piece to a puzzle only she understood. Rener’s tone turned ominous as he took a step closer, and Tomoya could almost feel the floor tremble beneath him, a reminder of the demonic force contained within this deceptive form.

“Do you want the blood of eight people, fresh and warm?” Ak-kvir considered my words for a moment. “Yes.” “Get me to them, and I’ll grant you their bodies and their blood.” “What about their souls?” “I can always summon another,” I hinted. The demon growled, clearly unhappy. “I will get you there, all r-r-right. Bodies and blood are mine?” “Yes. A necromancer’s word.” “Climb up.” I laughed at his inanity. “Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!”

He told the demon. “We will follow you anywhere lord Adam,” the demon said. “I am Grimkeeper now and forever,” he told the demon. There was no point in pretending any longer. “Wait outside and rally the men, tonight we invade Sterling Creek.” When the Demon left, Grimkeeper turned to Terra who was stirring awake. The Dark lord waited patiently as the Succubus sat up and looked around in confusion. “Nyx no longer uses your body; you are free of her.” He told her.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

I opened my eyes to see a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. The man was in his late 60s, standing tall in a crisp military uniform. The sight of the general stars on his shoulders made my eyes sting. He stood in front of the meat grinder. With one hand, he slammed the power switch off. With the other, he grabbed the guard by the throat and tossed him ten feet away like a ragdoll. Ariel turned deathly pale. "Who the hell are you?"