Infernal Demons Novels & Stories

“I don’t need to win on your terms, brother. The demons have offered me a power you could never understand, one beyond your pathetic sense of loyalty and righteousness.” Olivine raised his hands, and as he began to chant in a harsh, guttural language, the air in the cavern thickened with a dark, oppressive force. Shadows swirled around him, coalescing into a writhing mass that clung to his body, twisting around his arms and legs like living tendrils of ink. A sickly green energy crackled at his fingertips, pulsing with each syllable that fell from his lips, his voice growing louder, a crazed fervor behind every word. “Demons of the Abyss,” Olivine summoned, his voice echoing unnaturally, as

“That’s… a terrible fate.” “Yes,” he agreed. “But it happens. Especially during wars with demons. When we fall, we vanish. But when demons are killed they’re cast into the Abyss, a bottomless pit of eternal descent, surrounded by darkness, never touching ground, never finding rest. I’m not sure which fate is worse.” I drew in a shaky breath. “I used to think gods were almighty and untouchable. But it seems even divinity comes with pain and rules.” Zevarion looked at me with eyes that held centuries of sorrow. “Power doesn’t make you immune to loss. Sometimes, it makes it worse.”

I wiped my tears and looked at her. “Do you…believe in hell, Mom?” I asked. Her brows furrowed. “Yes? I really didn’t know Majesty but the bible says that it exist for the bad people who commit sins when they were alive,” she said. “They become a demon, Mom?” She was now confused on my questions but I really have to ask it. “No…they are being punished by the Demons, Majesty.” “Then where did the Demons came from?”

“The Inundation couldn’t destroy them. Terrible scourges and plagues failed to rid the world of them. So their spirits are allowed free rein, to wander and inhabit different hosts. Their purpose is singular, their strategy clear: the Watcher’s goal is to hurt the offending deity by tainting and destroying its creations, spreading darkness. Oblivion. “But condemned, earthbound spirits oftentimes have a tendency to break down the longer they are here. To degrade like matter, becoming incompatible with our physical plane. Becoming malignant entities. Demons, if you will. Spoiled meat . . . the ruination of lives.” “And I’m supposed to believe all this? Demons? Fallen angels?” “You came to me. D

In the middle of the night, a fiery chariot came to a stop in the firmament, on the chariot stood a Celestia beauty, his long white hair was adorned with a majestic golden crown carved into the shape of of the sun, the white dress he wore danced to the tune of the night wind, it shone in the dark night as his body radiates the sun. Zeus cast his glowing eyes on his three sons whose appearance screams the aftermath of war, muscular bodies scathe with bad slashes , batters and bruises of all shapes, the eyes of this three young men were the color of blood tinted with stubbornness and anger will a strong hatred carefully sandwiched between them. Their surroundings were marred by the aftermath o

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

"I don’t know. All I know is that it’s big. The kind of thing that can change everything. They’ll stop at nothing to get it." I stepped forward, unable to keep quiet any longer. "Who’s ‘they’? Who’s pulling the strings?" The official looked up at me, his eyes haunted. "You don’t understand… even if I tell you, you’re already dead. We all are." His words hung in the air like a death sentence. The fear in his voice was real—this wasn’t just another conspiracy theory. Whatever was happening, it was far bigger than anything we’d imagined. Kareem stood up, his expression unreadable, but I could see the gears turning in his head.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

He didn't know what he was to expect upon exiting the golden gates that he'd known all his life. Having slipped on a plain black hoodie and jeans, he'd hoped he wouldn't stand out once he reached the pits. Everyone had explained for years that it was a terrifying and depressing existence to live in. Not a soul ever dared to enter without reason. It was believed that demons were hateful creatures, relishing off the agony of others. He didn't believe this to be true, but it didn't cease the fear that bubbled in his chest.