Insidious Demon Novels & Stories

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

Indie let my hand go and let her demon form out, showing off that she was a concubus. There were some scattered applause. I let my demon form out too. All of it. “I am Morrigan, Vasilia of the demons.” I stated while my human form shifted.

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

It only hisses, black saliva hissing where it hits the earth. The barrier wavers again. A chill rips through me—not from the demon, but from the realization: this is no random intrusion. Someone on the inside is unraveling the protections. And if they can do that, they can reach her. Isadora. The name hits like lightning, a jolt that burns through every vein. I attack harder, a blur of teeth and fury. The demon shrieks as I slam it against a trunk, claws at its throat. “Who sent you?”

Leon The dungeon reeked. Sweat. Blood. Decay. That same metallic stink that always found a way to settle in your throat no matter how hard you tried not to breathe. I stepped in, Sean behind me, the heavy metal door clanging shut as we moved deeper. I didn’t speak. Not yet. We’d given them 48 hours. Two damn days to talk. Two days to explain who the fuck sent them after Tamara. And I had given them one single instruction—talk or die slowly.

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

In the quiet town of Ravenswood, nestled within a dense forest, a young woman named Isabella found herself captivated by the haunting beauty of the moonlit nights. It was during these bewitching hours that a mysterious presence would emerge—a seductive incubus named Damien. Invisible to mortal eyes, Damien moved through the shadows, his dark and alluring aura drawing him towards Isabella. He was enticed by her delicate features, the way her hair cascaded like ebony silk and her eyes sparkled with an untamed fire.

“But we’ll tell him when we go back to L’impasse des Ombres.” I nodded again, my mind drifting back to what he’d said to me. I really hoped he had no plans of pushing through with whatever he had in mind. The door creaked open again, and Demon entered the ward. He looked like he had just taken a shower—his damp black hair clinging messily to his forehead. He was in black outfits as usual, looking handsome like he’d just stepped out from a magazine. With his hair sticking on his forehead, he looked more innocent, like a high school boy who knew nothing but maths.