Indian Mythology Demons Novels & Stories

“So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.” I looked at the page in amazement. I ran my fingers over the picture, “But this says they are from hell, does that mean they are bad?” “Sometimes. But there are good demons too.” She pulled another book down and this one looked newer, and the words weren’t in English. “In Japan there are good demons and bad demons.” “Like Inuyasha?” “Exactly.” I thought about it, so maybe ‘demon’ isn’t a bad thing? “Hey, Mama? If that is something that bothers people, is it bad to be called

“This, dear Emma, is Kaliratri’s Embrace. A sacred chamber, inspired by the night of the goddess herself. Here, creatures of myth come to feed, fuck, and fight.” Below, an Asura—a hulking demon with molten skin and four arms—was being ridden by a Maenad, her wild hair lashing about as she screamed in ecstasy and madness. On the next platform, a golden Satyr lapped at the feet of a six-breasted Yakshini, her laughter hypnotic and sweet. Emma blinked. “Are those…?” “Greek and Hindu creatures, yes,” Terra smirked. “This is Grimkeeper. All myth is real here, and all hunger has a place.”

I answered. "Women?" She asked in a low tone. "Yes, so it's kind of embarrassing," I answered. "We are demons." She pointed out. "I know and that still doesn't change that I am a male, and you are a female," I answered. "Demons all bathe in the same river which is close to the forest, be it female or male, and they are allowed to make babies there because the water grants them fertility," Dinel said coldly when she grabbed a light blue robe.

“You think demon’s don’t have souls.” He cocked his head. “Seeing what we are capable of, would you say otherwise?” As I chose my next words carefully, my fingers found their way into my hair. Sometimes the pulling wasn’t a conscious habit. If I were stressed, it just sort of happened. “No, I wouldn’t,” I agreed, tugging two strands free. “But there are different kinds of demons. My kind believes our Goddess pairs us with our perfect match—the missing half of our soul. She doesn’t make mistakes. The mate-bond wouldn’t have anything to attach to if you didn’t have a soul.”

"Mum, tell me a bedtime story." Julia smile. "I will tell you an Indian tale." She told Aurora and continued, "Long long ago, there was a big demon in a village. That demon does a strong penance (punishment inflicted on oneself as an outward expression of repentance for wrongdoing) and gets the boon (a thing that is helpful or beneficial) from lord Shiva that who so ever head he places his hand should turn to ashes. With that boon he kills all whom he doesn't like and finally thinks to kill even lord Shiva in the end." Julia pause and continued. "Then a the sages come and request lord Vishnu to rescue. Lord Vishnu came in the form of Mohini, a beautiful lady and danced for the demon who got

“So now? Now I’m helping take back the power—for all of us who’ve been crushed under your golden boots.” Demons surged out from either side of the pillar—succubi, ifrits, imps, shedim. They wrapped us in chains of silver and iron. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. So many demons, from so many pantheons. Christian. Jewish. Celtic. “They shouldn’t be able to cross the barriers of Mt. Olympus—let alone into the throne room,” I muttered. “How are they here?” Eris smiled like the serpent she is. “Oh, Selene. Welcome to the new order of things.”

Chapter 27: Talk She wore her troubled past like scars- she had been through battle. And though no one could see her demons they could see the face that conquered them. *************** My head throbbed painfully and I found it difficult to open my eyes. I could hear voices arguing. "Why should I even trust you? You're probably a psychopath who resembles her deceased brother because of some weird coincidence!" "For the last time, I am her brother!" "You're an ever bigger asshole if that's true! How could you abandon her like that? You coward! Do you even realize what you put her through? She almost got killed because for you!"

Wearing a shiny silver armour on his body and two blades behind his back. “This is no ordinary demon now is it? The way it looks it is a high-ranking soldier demon!” Gurudza mesmerised by the armour and fierce on the face of the creature speaks in an excited tone. Wezhira smiles, “High-ranking yes! Demon? No, this is what is known as a Demiurge, a god extension or a child of an infinite being and his name is Devoid and he has six siblings, 3 brothers and sisters and all of them powerful in their own right!”

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.”

Tapping a button on my phone, light brightens the room, Liam’s figure filling the doorway, blocking the space beyond. Perching on the edge of the desk, I wait for him to enter. To speak. To knock me back into the unforgiving surface and drive a dagger into my heart. Or even his dick into my core. That would be preferable to the knife. Despite what many think of demons, we aren’t actually dead, not really. Our souls belong to the devil, but our bodies are held in a suspension of life, something like a purgatory. It means, like any other creature, we can die, we can procreate, we need nourishment. We’re not as different as the other creatures of the world may think. But lore is strong when you