Human Demon Novels & Stories

"What is it with you and getting into trouble?" "Trouble just seems to find me, but I have you to help me," I say quietly and smile sheepishly. Murmurs fill the restaurant and I turn to see everyone looking at us. The Dhampir faces them and they all look at her as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing. "It's the Dhampir, the legends are true," a woman near us exclaims with a smile. "It's an honor to meet you Dhampir," a middle aged man says, bowing his head.

"Let's go, milady." ... In the grand meeting hall, important demon officials were gathered. Lord El-Kharis, the Demon God of Thunder, had called for an urgent meeting regarding the strange occurrence with his mate. In the middle of the large table, the ancient lantern glowed with multiple colors, leaving everyone in a state of confusion. "So, are you saying your human mate did this?" Gladious, the Demon God of Fire, asked, completely stunned by the lantern's reaction. "She is no longer human," El-Kharis grunted, clenching his teeth.

A moment later he returned, turning corporal once more and carrying her bags. "How did you do that?" He raised a brow, as if it were obvious. "I'm a spectral demon." "That is so cool. So you're like a ghost or something?" "Most humans who think they've seen a ghost are actually witnessing a spectral demon." Her curiosity racing she asked jokingly, "Can you go all Jedi and move things with your mind?" He cocked his head, as if he were about to give a lecture to a group of children. "Yes, when I go fully demonic I have telekinetic abilities. And I can't be harmed or killed. It makes my kind invaluable, especially on the battlefield."

Although they don't look like ordinary people with different hair colors, eyes, and species, except for Camila, I'm not afraid of them. I'm having a good time chatting with them, and I learned much about who they are. Saye, Arlo, and Jippis are demons. I thought demons were scary and ugly looking, red with horns, and had a snake-like tongue, always red and surrounded by fire to represent hell that wants to eat your soul. You always see them on Halloween posters or costumes; Saye, Arlo, and Jippis don't look like that. They don't look scary at all. I feel like they came out of a comic book, like a superhero.

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 couldn’t help my devious grin. “So, are there different kinds of demons?” “Different levels, yes,” I nodded. “What are the levels?” Her questions came out quickly and it made me so happy that she had come around and was asking more. “Level one demons are direct relatives to the Devil and himself, level two demons are the offspring of those demons, level three demons are those who began as humans and were then turned into demons before death, and level four is everyone who was made a demon by their own sins.”

She said with a serious voice. "Whipped? People are whipped here?" I asked with wide, disbelieving eyes. She nodded. "Darling, these are demons. They are not good creatures. They are revengeful, possessive and strong beings. Do not get on their bad side. They commit horrible, horrible things. The King had a prisoner from the human realm the other day. His eyes were taken first." She explained.

'What? The five Rank 7 Ancestor Ranked Spirit Family were stunned. Never in their lives had they ever met with such an arrogant person. "So, do you guys think that I, Lucas the Demon, is a human?" Lucas smiled faintly. "What do you mean by that?" asked a Rank 7 Ancestor Ranked Spirit Family. Lucas looked at his finger and after a few seconds, only he slowly said, "I, Lucas the Demon, am not a human but a demon." 'Demon?'

The creature that crashes through the shrine's ceiling is nightmare made flesh. It's massive, easily fifteen feet tall, with skin like molten obsidian and eyes that burn like furnaces. Wings spread from its back, leathery and torn, blocking out what little light remains. This isn't a possessed human. This is a demon in its true form. "Malphas!" Pete's voice is filled with relief and reverence as he struggles to his feet. "Master, you came!" The demon—Malphas—surveys the chamber with those burning eyes, taking in the freed children, the interrupted ritual, Derek's broken form protecting me. His laughter shakes the walls.

Christopher glanced at Alayna who frowned and looked away under his gaze. "There's two ways for a demon to come about. First is birth, just like any regular child. There is a chance of a demon being born if at least one parent is a demon themselves. Then there is the second way, Christopher's way, the same way of the very first demon. To be consumed by Hatred, and Anger, so much that it begins to warp their very existence. Now this is the one time that a demon can become a mindless creature, if they have nothing holding them back, nothing that will compel them to hold onto their humanity, then they become a whole different kind of monster." Alayna was the one to answer the question. Christop