Immortal Demon Novels & Stories

“Thousands years ago I almost wiped out humanity because I felt the need for more power and also wanted to rule over every single being in the terrestrial planet And due to things that I did I accidentally broke the gates of Tartarus, thus Demons were released into the world and almost laying waste to mankind just like I've always wanted but of course I only wanted all the powers for myself so I took on the demons and laid waste to them all and also sealed the Demon back in Tartarus with the help of a moon goddess and the guardian. I was cursed with a thing called immortality and also lived thousands of years of my life without a mate as punishment for what I'd done… The Demon lord Would be

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

“Well, I am sorry, Raquel. You want me to trust you. Start fucking here!” He huffs, “Dammit, Katrina! Sam has been without his soul mate for far too long, okay? He needs to mate. The demons know this too. The demons are ruthless shits! They go around looking for mateless and lost immortals. They thrive off of them, consuming them, latching on to every immortal's power in hopes to one day meet the queen, and make the queen theirs.” “Once he marks you, they have no choice but to leave.”

It was a very likely possibility assassins would be waiting the moment they crossed and there was no room for further injury. Lexi wouldn't die, exactly. Like all demons, he was immortal. No, death wasn't what assassination meant to a demon. It meant he would be rehabilitated. Abused in the Underworld as a tortured spirit until he forgot who he was and became a good bottom-rung soldier. He would no longer be Lexi. Lexi's boss, the Black Devil, only allowed so much identity and freedom to his minions so they could do their work and the bastard had no problem pulling back the leash when necessary. Not only didn't Hades wish that on Lexi but now Jinx's heart was involved.

To an immortal, time is but a number. As such, highly ranked demons have no little to no interest in lowly-ranked members of their kind whose lifespan is over in the blink of an eye. Since years of exposure to tragedy gradually desensitizes a mere human, a demon whose base instinct is evil and has experienced unimaginable tragedy cannot be expected to fare any better. To them, emotions are dispensable because they have a time limit.

Wearing his scarlet suit, he had his hair in a braid, sitting around the table. Negotiations ended there, with Ragnar as mediator. - I want to hand them over to the demons so that they never see the light of day again, the demons took them as slaves, as their food with their source of life, they will be their slaves. - The woman said. - Well, you are already immortal, that is a good way to enter the order of Um-Mu. - A demon said. - A series of disappearances and attacks around the forest, in between attacks on churches and temples around the city of Doomed City.

“Go on, please.” Ysabelle released another sigh then and cleared her throat. She focused on looking at the vase once again and continued, “The cause of the brotherhood is...the usual. For the greater good.” “Greater good?” Marcus scoffed. “What’s that got to do with summoning a demon and putting it in the poor volunteer’s body?” “They say that the demon has the ability to...provide immortality.” Marcus brows furrowed upon hearing it.

He laughed with blood dripping down his mouth, with Damon’s hand still locked around his throat, with the tree bark cracking behind his back, with his face so wild it didn’t even look human anymore, he laughed like one of those villains in the movies who knows the whole world is about to burn and wants to watch it happen just for fun. “You can’t kill me,” Darren choked out between that horrible laughter, his grin splitting wide, his voice shaking with the sound of it like he didn’t even care Damon could crush his windpipe any second. “I’m immortal, brother. Did you hear me? Immortal. We will see who dies first.” Immortal? And then he did it.