Libra Demons Novels & Stories

A heavy punch hit Leviathan's face and sent him backing away, then the demon lord from the sea returned to the shadows and just disappeared. Damien turned his head, and the person who had just hit the face of the serpent demon lord of the seas earlier was Lucifer, the prince of hell who had always been within Damien. Lucifer flashed an annoying smile at Damien. "… [That ignorant wet caterpillar, how dare he open his disgusting mouth in front of a mighty prince like me] ..." Lucifer also looked back at Damien, still grinning very annoyingly. "That one earlier--" “... [The Leviathan Spirit. Are you planning to give that weapon to your shadow army?] ...”

And the blood and legacy of Lobo will only remain as a bedtime story and legend at most. “You go to your mate.” Was Mayari Tabbu’s calm command. “For our deal with the Witch isn’t over. Her death seals our fate. Not just your life, nor mine. But something more ancient — rather some will say their presence is divine. Demons from the West contracted her and the demons control when Ursula dies.” Mayari Tabbu looked Ursula in the eye, and though it was only a mere second — she caught the look of surprise in Ursula’s eyes. “Right?” "How did you know tha---"

Lyon, knowing how the story goes in normal books, seems to blissfully listen as the professor explains the knowledge he has. According to the books taught in school, there was once a human who threw his humanity away to make a deal with the devil. The deal was that the human would be capable of using magic but in exchange he was tasked to collect 5000 pure souls, the human obliged with the devils request. He was then later known to be the Demon Lord Abaddon, who laid waste on those who stood against him. The story in the normal academic textbooks about the History of Magic was contradicting every paragraph as to why professors tend to bend the story a little to their amusement.

“No, what does it mean?” “Lucy is one of the Cambions, the half demons, the ones prophcied to kill the Nephilim.” Ornais pointed out, staring off. Daniel had no idea what he was talking about. He knew about the prophecy but he never really paid attention to what it really said. All he knew was that if he managed to fuck up collecting Abigial’s soul Azazel, Abaddon, and Lucifer would have not only his head but Elizabeths as well. Now that the deal with the Seven was secure, Daniel no longer had to play their little game.

I looked up at him and looked him in the eyes before saying, “I love you, Sidapa.” “You finally looked at me,” Sidapa said relievedly. He appeared to be a young child with that expression of his.. “I can feel it, Libulan. The demon inside me is looking for blood,” he said abruptly, alarming me. “Are you still in pain?” I inquired. “Yes,” he admitted quickly. “I don’t want you to die because of this thing.” “I understand,” I said, cuddling closer to him. “What are you up to?” he inquired. Sidapa tried to push me away from him, but he no longer had the strength. “Get off me, Libulan!”

Mobali's eyes blazed with anger as he looked at Aidan, who stood beside Liliana, his head bowed in submission. “Aidan, you side with her?” "He has no choice, Mobali," Liliana taunted, her voice dripping with wicked satisfaction. Mobali's gaze turned back to Liliana. "I wasn't talking to you, demon," he spat, his voice laced with a mix of rage and frustration. Liliana, being a demon herself, remained unfazed by his alpha authority, which would have affected a werewolf.

Elior nodded, his expression calm. “Those are unclean spirits and demons that produced them. They linger close to humans, whispering corruption, seeking to influence, to twist, and sometimes to possess. Do not be deceived, my lady. Those who fell from His grace, the fallen angels who became demons, are far more dangerous. Many of them will not appear terrifying at all. They are masters of deception and often wear faces that seem harmless.” He turned to her fully then, his voice gentle but firm. “Remember this. Sight alone is not a burden. With faith, it becomes protection. And with faith, it becomes power to stand against them.”

] The shop owner immediately sent back a string of question marks. Me: [What's wrong?] Shop owner: [Please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon, and the most dangerous kind at that!] Incubi had markings. Demons had them too. For someone unfamiliar with the difference, they were indeed hard to tell apart. Everything made sense now—why Raven never needed to feed, why he insisted he had no owner, and why he always caught himself before saying too much. That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven.

‘Goddess, help me,’ I begged because that was all I could do, how the hell was I meant to work with this? “Thank you for that Liam and since we agreed that none of us had any questions, we’ll pick it up from there. Demons are manipulative and untrustworthy creatures, and the reason their numbers are so drastically reduced is because just like dinosaurs to humans, the goddess deemed them unfit to live among us and wiped most out but it’s common knowledge that not all undesirables can be killed in one blast.” He was walking around the class and I swear if he came near my side, I was bolting.

Every nightmare. Apophis, god of chaos. Lilith, the original she-demon. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Whiro, god of darkness. Lamashtu, child-devouring Mesopotamian terror. Gods. Demons. Monsters. Twisted relics of faith. The sheer evil in this room chokes the air, and if we had lungs, I doubt we could breathe. Loviatar hasn’t told us why we’re here. Just that this “meeting” will help restore our strength. She promised vengeance. I believed her.