Indian Mythology Demons Novels & Stories

“Katarina de’Basille.” Kat sat forward in her seat, leaning her forearms on the desk and giving Ruben an intense stare. “What is the name Basille to you?” “Basille? There is only one Basille that I know of…Lord Basille…One of the ninth level High Demon Lords in the Demon Realm.” Kat looked intensely at Ruben with her eyebrows raised waiting for him to make the connection. Suddenly his eyes went wide and they lifted to hers with a look that was hard to decipher. She smiled ever angelically at him, such a huge contrast from the formidable mouth of teeth just moments ago.

she pleaded and cough out pretending to be ill Samael’s eyes pop out in shock at her request, he look horror-stricken as her voice finds its way into his ears, he can’t believe she would dare to ask him such request like he’s some lowly demon or an animal spirit “I am the lord of all demons, beasts and all creatures of the….” He was saying then stopped and sigh out loud in frustration, the marriage with this human seems more arduous than he assume it to be “What do you human drink to heal up?” he asked “What will you drink?” she asked teasingly “Blood energy from beasts will…” Samael stops again realizing what he’s saying, he just almost spill it out to the human female Shaina look puzzled a

According to the strength of demon power, demons were divided into 12 cultivation realms, namely Ominous Beast, Demonic Beast, Demon Soldier, Demon General, Demon Commander, Demon Prince, Demon King, Demon Royal, Demon Emperor, Demon Saint, Demon God and Demon Fairy, which basically correspond to the levels of human strength. Among them, if one demon were above the realm of Demon Commander, he would be as smart as an adult. If he was above the realm of Demon King, he would have a human-like appearance. As for the demon gods and demon fairies, they were all supreme beings who could not be seen under normal conditions. They were all Hierarchal Masters. With one finger, they could wipe out a se

“But was it his mother?” “No,” the woman said, shaking her head. “It was a demon. Cunning, patient, a master of manipulation. The prince unsealed it with his own blood… not knowing he was freeing something deadly.” She leaned closer to the fire, shadows flickering across her face. “A being trapped for centuries… a demon god, sealed by powers older than kings. It promised him a reward… half its power, to use for revenge against those who had wronged him.” Zayla’s voice trembled. “What did the prince do?”

Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck. Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily. "It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though." She knows. "Why not?" "Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."

The wind carried a whisper through the gardens — the sound of ghosts finally silenced. “Because in the end,” Castelle’s voice narrated softly, “even demons can build a home… and even tainted desires can be reborn as love.” — THE END

All cultures practice it, but Lunamin is especially sacred to Demons for reasons that are too heartbreaking to consider amongst the rest. “It is a bit too sweet,” I rotate my teeth rather than my tongue across my lip. Never really sure how people will take feedback. Pride is a constant in Demons. Stubbornness also common. Just in different ways. The kinds that match with their natures as cats, dogs, bears, or winged predators who never fail to capture their prey. Oni are always assumed since they can’t take their Sacred forms. Still, it’s one of those things that everyone takes as a given, and I question.

Satan growled to the person. “Hahaha, being a king for a long time, your tail has grown long, Satan. But you can’t be me. I have a lot of Demons and Devils equally powerful as you, but I prefer you most, you know what I mean,” the voice dominated Satan in his realm. Over his body, lots of snakes were crawling, as well as his tail was longer than Satan’s. He had three heads.

I said, “They had always been painted as malevolent creatures in the myths and folktales.” “They do.” Eolia took the ointment and began to massage it on my other bruises. “Originally, demons are not from our realm, Nyxdoria. However, a long time ago, some werewolves of this realm and the red demons from a far malicious realm came together to produce a new variation of creatures.

"Anything else?" "A good place to get coffee?" The old woman laughed. "I've got a pot in the back." *** After Betty brought me a very strong cup of coffee, I got to work. Thick, old books stacked in front of me on a little table, skimming timeworn pages for anything. A few pieces of information here and there stuck out to me. Like the myths of demons withholding their names from their victims because if you knew a demon's name, then you had power over them. Including the power to invoke them. Some said demons were fallen angels, or the offspring from those angels.