How To Be A Demon Novels & Stories

Only the demon often interferes in his feelings and stopping him from getting his happy life. “Don’t look at her like that. Look at Chloe. She’s beautiful,” the demon said. Daven walked to the bath without paying attention to that. He opened the tap and sat inside the tub. “You’re not listening to me,” “I am listening… but I don’t want to act like how you wish,” Daven retorted. “The blood moon is going to arrive soon, on that day you have to mate with Chloe or kill her. You have to do either one of this,” the demon said.

Her fists curled in and she tried to control herself as he sat on one end of the table. There was no real reason to consume food rather than to show off and have a sense of normalcy. Demons did not need food to sustain themselves, they get that from human emotions. Sadness mostly. That's why demons possess the souls of the people who are weak and sad, easily manipulated so that they can be fed off them. After a while, the person loses his identity and it becomes easy for a demon to take control or simply leave that body. I licked my lips as I stared at the different types of food that would put human buffets to shame. Everything from juices to meat and bread.

He placed his hand on the lid. “Wait, I’m not ready. I don’t know how to fight a demon.” “Oh, it’s easy. Find out what type of demon it is and cast a spell to send it back to hell.” “Uncle Al, my knowledge on Demon 101 is not exactly as broad as it may seem.” “And why is that?” “I was busy playing with plants and enchanting jewelry than learning about them.” “What did you notice when you first saw the demon?” “Glowing red eyes and lots of darkness.”

They could be called lucky or someone helping them in the dark, those attacks didn't harm them to that extent. One day, ZouMi met with Lu Feng- the King of underworld the man who changed her life 360 degrees, their first meeting wasn't a pleasant one. But, he still offered her a help which she rejected, saying she wasn't interest in getting in that world. To which, he replied, "You will need me one day, and I will be right beside you even if you don't want." What he said was right, ZouMi did came searching for him, after a month, as her family was totally scared to step outside, what was more, when she wasn't at home, some goons came in and destroyed a lot, but no one was harmed. At first, Z

He had a change of expression when he saw Pete before him, not that he had seen him before, but as to all, those true in God seeth all. "How do you identify a demon?" Asked Pete to the Reverend who was just ready to start his preachings. "Tales say, place a cross around the very person you think is a demon and their discomfort will be visible." "They will rage and transcend to their original form, but most people, most people see the heart, if you are a demon, they will definitely by searching your heart." "Bless you, Father." Pete kissed the palm of the pastor as he spoke further. "May I have a cross?" Pete asked.

Laughter roared on Chris’ ears which annoyed him. “Why are you even asking me? I’m a demon. I feed from darkness in humans’ souls. I’m hungry, I eat. It’s a really simple concept if you ask me.” The demon inched closer, they are almost face to face but Chris still couldn’t see the demon’s face. It’s like Chris is facing void. He took few steps away from the demon as he still feels suffocated by its presence. “I don’t remember having an agreement that I can’t feed from people around you. If you don’t want that to happen then would you let me feed on you? I would gladly devour you.”

But without humans, who are we? The leader of the demon race, Vernod, who simply wants to go as Vernon Thames, has decreed upon us a significant rule: that all demons should obscure their proper demonic form, horned or not, and adopt a humanoid form. Powers should never be abused and only utilised in times of need.

I rolled my eyes at him, as Sanguinex reached up for me to hold him on my chest. “Momma!” He spoked playfully to me. “You do know what a demon blood pact is, right?” He stepped back towards the door. “No?” My ignorance was a bad thing and I knew it. “If any demon drinks your blood, they will be loyal to only you… of course you have to be the first demon blood they drink or they are not truly loyal to you… And you have to offer it willingly.” He walked back and forth as he talked. He looked like a teacher giving a lecture.

The demon could smell her purity, greed and avarice like the scent of ripening apples or the sweet, heavy scent of blooming dama de noche mixing with sampaguita. “Bring me wealth, power and influence. Bring me everything that my heart desires!” The demon cackled at her greed. He was still formless like a will-o-wisp. If she offered her body and power then he could achieve a corporeal form. “You’re a presumptuous witchling but I like your strong will."

She knew it could make her situation worse. “But I have no other option left. I will summon a demon and make a contract with him. I will ask him to be my bodyguard.” She nodded for self reassurance as started the rest of the ritual. Her hands trembled as she mixed the contents of the cup. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know what she was doing. She knew what it would lead to but she had done her research. The type of demon she was going to summon would be a contract demon. They aren’t known to bother humans unless it is to collect their part of the bargain.