Insidious Demon Novels & Stories

Surprised, Innis stared at the demon who had appeared in her pentagram. He wasn’t quite what she had expected. Visually, he seemed a proper demon: claws, scales, and a tail. But should he really be all bloody and unconscious? Grandpa’s diary never said anything like that. Too bad I couldn’t find any other notes. But...what am I to do with it? Try to call him? Shake him awake? No, reaching inside the pentagram was forbidden.

" When he said these words, Bowen Pullman seemed to have thought of something terrible. His whole body trembled and his facial features became distorted. "How could this be?" Flame Gordon stopped breathing and felt a chill on his back. "What, what's going on..." Charlotte Sky's voice trembled a little. Looking at their suspicious eyes, Caspian closed his eyes and thought for a while. Then he said, "Inner demon. Inner demon can see through people's hearts. Not only can it invade the Divine Sense, but it can also transform into everyone you see in your daily life and make you fall for it. "Bowen Pullman, where is your Spirit Severing Road trial test?"

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

She looked at him with an eyebrow furrowed. "What do you mean?" "How do you know that your husband is kind, sweet, and amazing? Did you ever doubt him for a second?" "What do you-" "Like, you think your husband and your best friend are having a thing or something?" Daemon was trying to dig out her innermost desire. Demons have the ability to draw out the desire of humans. Much more the sinister and the darkest part of the soul of a human. But this woman is different from the others.

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.

Beside him materialized an enigmatic creature, an entity whose form was predominantly an hour-glass-shaped shadow but intermittently glinted with a disquieting crimson—a woman’s hair, seemingly suspended and swaying in the air. This spectral presence reclined against Victor’s shoulder, her slender fingers delicately exploring the contours of his form with an unsettling intimacy. Finally, the demon to whom he was irrevocably bound emerged—a malevolent entity capable of infiltrating a seer's visions—the succubus Saoirse which only exists in the shadows.

The demon of lust is one of the bitchiest demons I ever get to face. Asmodeus has the power to completely brainwash anyone who gets stung by his scorpions. And, based from all the scorpions crawling inside the hotel, I can only guess that everyone is now under Asmodeus’s control.

But it's her eyes—brilliant green orbs full of fire and unspoken strength that ensnare me. The vision shifts. A demon looms, a grotesque predator whose presence sends waves of fury through me. It targets her and an older woman, her mother perhaps. The demon's attack is merciless, scorching the older woman from the inside out, leaving her broken and lifeless. Another scene flashes before me: a man, her father, sleeping soundly as the same demon descends, its claws tearing through him with monstrous precision.

They just sat there in silence, their hollow eyes watching. The demon goddess leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. She looked bored, yet there was a glint of genuine malice in her void-white eyes. She lifted a cup of that dark, red liquid and took a slow, deliberate sip. “One down,” she purred, her voice sliding over us like oil. The miniature stone creatures that had been clinging to her marble shell before, the lions and goats began to crawl toward her, climbing her legs and arms. I watched in horror as their tiny stone claws tore into her obsidian skin.

It was then that Torelli’s red eyes betrayed him, they shone in the distance. Again, Jesse took after him in full blast. He timed his approach and fired his haunches. He flew through the air, aiming for the neck. But it was too strong to rip off. The two stared balefully at the other for a few seconds until Jake approached menacingly and stopped as well beside Jesse, snarling. ‘I shall fight, but not today’ the demon said, forming rapidly back to the priest’s form who fell flat. And then appeared on the horizon abound of black clouds drifting towards the alps. Bats!