Haures Demon Novels & Stories

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

] The shop owner immediately sent back a string of question marks. Me: [What's wrong?] Shop owner: [Please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon, and the most dangerous kind at that!] Incubi had markings. Demons had them too. For someone unfamiliar with the difference, they were indeed hard to tell apart. Everything made sense now—why Raven never needed to feed, why he insisted he had no owner, and why he always caught himself before saying too much. That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven.

I demanded. The demon lifted its head slightly, its glowing, multi-layered eyes narrowing. “Recognition.” My heart pounded violently. “Recognition?” “Yes, Princess,” the demon rumbled, its voice vibrating through the walls. “You are not merely Hades’ daughter, you are one of us.” Hell was a lot different from what I thought it would be. There were different forms of demons, grotesque and monstrous, while there were some with eerie beauty, their features outwardly and hauntingly elegant.

Beside him materialized an enigmatic creature, an entity whose form was predominantly an hour-glass-shaped shadow but intermittently glinted with a disquieting crimson—a woman’s hair, seemingly suspended and swaying in the air. This spectral presence reclined against Victor’s shoulder, her slender fingers delicately exploring the contours of his form with an unsettling intimacy. Finally, the demon to whom he was irrevocably bound emerged—a malevolent entity capable of infiltrating a seer's visions—the succubus Saoirse which only exists in the shadows.

There have been, after all, summoners who’ve woken up one day to find that their demons refuse to answer to their call. When Ariadne’s turn came, it was almost as though she needed no coaching. Quiv had barely given her an instruction when the crystal burst a bloody red and spat out enough smoke to fill the circle before her two times over. The aged instructor smiled at it, and when the smoke dispelled, it revealed a demon that looked like a six legged dog with two eyes, a milky fur and the size of the Vesimae that began the summoning lessons. “Ah,” Quiv grinned. “A Canifrae. Quite rare for a first summon. Your reia must be most exquisite.”

Hades’ eyes blazed red before he let his throne be engulfed by fire and changed himself into his ultimate demon form. “Of course, she’s not a demon, so you don’t care about her. I will make you regret declining to help me when you are capable of helping!” Guinevere spat at him. “And if you think showing me your true form will terrify me, you are wrong! You disgust me! No wonder you belong to the worst realm in this universe!” Hades raised his hand, but as soon as he shot fire at the Goddess of the Spirits, Guinevere vanished, leaving the spot where she was seconds ago burning.

The last thing I heard before pulling through the clouds was his voice in my head. " You won’t take her away from me again” he said. Wait. Again? I called my advisors to do some research on everything they had on Xavier. Red eyes and smoke were only common around one species. Demons. Demons are the vilest creatures who inhabit peoples' bodies on earth. They exist purely to create conflict. Was it possible Xavier was possessed by the spawn of the dark one? If that is the case, how long have I not been talking to the real Xavier?

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

And Jacinda knows of it and used it to her own advantage. "Ughhh!" Daemon groaned. He felt a throbbing pain in his head. His head felt like it could explore any time soon. "Fuck!" He cursed loudly. He struggled to bring himself to his feet. Harvey observed the man. He hated intruders and wouldn't waste time to put an end to this fellow's life. Even from afar, he could sense the man's aura. A demon, like himself. And a very powerful one of such. But he decided to wait, to survey and figure out his motives.

she asked, her voice dripping with disbelief. El-Kharis stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the stone floor. "She is under my protection," he snapped. "That is all you need to know." As he turned to leave, a powerful presence filled the room. The temperature seemed to drop as a woman stepped forward, her aura commanding and fierce. Her long black hair flowed like a river of night, and her eyes gleamed a deep, unsettling red. Every demon in the room stood, bowing their heads in respect. Her skin was pale, almost luminescent, and her presence radiated a cold, unyielding power that sent shivers down their spines.