Hooded Demon Novels & Stories

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.

Deep down it was a weird silence beyond the border and her own adrenaline could tell something was not right. A pair of black smoke appeared infront of Iris' eyes. They were men with dark red skin and two, long horns growing out of their forehead and wore long robes commonly used in cults. She can smell the sulfur out of them, these men are demons. Her hatred for them is still there in her heart and all she wanted was to kill them. Pointing the gun to their way ready to shoot if one of them makes a move on her. "Greetings, human. My name is Passadio and this is Futurio we have come to see the little human our master will meet soon." The twin demons have short hair and she can tell the differ

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

These ones wore no masks, however, and that was what made them creepier. The Demons were not the only one in the dark field, though. From behind the boulder they hid behind, Hellborns were visible too, all wearing hooded cloaks and black masks with red eyeholes. They were prowling the area, particularly at the edge of the void, like commuters waiting for the next bus to arrive. Kat could hardly breathe with the sheer number of fighters in here. She rested her back against, the boulder, closing her eyes momentarily and telling herself to focus. Amicus and Thisbe sat next to her, while Byron continued to scout the perimeter.

“Bloody Hell. You yell when you think too? How do you not give yourself a migraine?” Yolanda laughed through the l**k. “I wasn’t aware that I was yelling. So, what have we got here?” “There’s a few shifters around, but no one’s seen anything. I wish we knew what we were looking for. It’s one thing to know what something looks like from a drawing. It’s another knowing what they look like for real. How would I know if we meet up with some Fae that can change shape?” “Doppel gangers are a form of demon, not a Fae. But that’s now a fear I have now. Thanks.” Yolanda fell into step with Catherine, and they continued their search through the gloom.

They cut back to the garden, where he pointed at the camera, speaking through grinding teeth. “That’s how wrong I was in the head that night. That’s the power these entities can exert on their host. They aren’t true spawns from hell, but they might as well be, because they do the Devil’s work. That’s why they’re considered demons. They were protecting themselves and their food source, like animals do. But in the process, they could’ve pushed me to condemn my soul. Because they don’t know about right and wrong and they couldn’t care less. So they cloud your mind until you stop caring too. And feast on it, right like devils do, pushing you down, closer to hell, one step at a time.”

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

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

murmured Bethany as she slept beside Isabella and the glare of Bella's phone bothered her eyes. "Yes, good night," said Isabella and closed her eyes. At midnight, a black, muscular silhouette appeared in Isabella's room. Although the windows and doors were tightly closed, the figure still reached Isabella's room. The eyes of that silhouette turned bright red in the pitch dark room and it looked like the eyes of a devil. The figure slowly approached Isabella. Her white jade face was visible in the dark pitch room. Two more breaths were heard, but the devil was not interested, his whole body and eyes only on Isabella.