Loki Demons Novels & Stories

The level three are the reason for this war, they are capable of withstanding sunlight and can also shapeshift making them quite deadly and finally the Level four demons, blessed with each abilities of their own and they all answer to their master Hades" he added. "So if we fight in the day time, it is still useless because of the level three demons. What is the point of this war then when we are already on the loosing side" Alpha Jack gave up, he believed they had no hope and he might as well die now rather than die in the hands of a demon. "Level three demons are called scorpions, you can't easily notice them, they lurk around in the human world mostly and feed on their fear making them st

Each with unique, horrifying magic. "Then make them. Demon's are killing innocent people in this Territory, and gaining more power. They could rival you, Noble's,” Oliver reminds them. I always think that grin he uses is so goofy, so unamusing. He truly believes he is capable of outsmarting Noble’s. "I've met a Demon. They were an isolated creature, very wary of people. They did not have an aggressive nature,” Kastriv muses. He’s looking at me. I’m screwed.

He said as he pointed to my lap. I looked down at the rolodex and back up at him and he nodded. “Though I would absolutely love to tell you everything, I can only say that I currently have a demon that has gone AWOL, and I am here to bring him home. Rumor has it he’s been hanging out with dogs, so I thought I would pay the prince of doggies a visit.” He wasn’t lying, Lou had no reason to lie, be it he’s the Devil himself, he had no fear of the truth.

She would see them destroyed, not just sent back to the Nether, but vaporized out of existence. Baltabek rolled to his hands and knees, his muscles taut as he fought against her attack. Laci panicked as she watched him force himself to his feet. She continued her assault, doing her best to keep his legs knocked out from under him, but it did no good. Baltabek soon stood to his feet, his arms stretched out at his sides, his hands clenched in fists of anger as he glared at her with his blood-red eyes. The other demons strove to follow his example, their bodies twisting under her onslaught. Soon, they all stood, their anger now focused on her. As one, they shot their arms out in front of them,

"Do not anger Landa, just tell us things we need to know because we've been tasked to sweep the dirt around." "I'm presuming by dirt, you mean the demons hovering around?" I shared a glance with Landa and I quickly take my eyes off her sharpness. "The demons, yes. They've been…released through a crack between the underworld and here." The shock on Vofen's face wasn't as much as I thought would be there. As old and wise as Vofen, anyone could tell how sneaky he could be. A very slimy god that took his adventures and sweet life very seriously. A beautiful god but with a tail that when touched, could melt anything I to liquid. That was just a bit of the things get was capable of doing.

Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror. The demon's presence surged within him, stirring the dormant power that lay within his veins. Its malevolent whispers filled his mind, taunting him, tempting him to embrace the darkness. Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose.

The Demon, who had been hovering menacingly behind Xavier, slumped to the ground, a defeated foe. Falkor offered an exceptional handgun, its design hinting at occult craftsmanship, with an air of steadfast command. "Forged by divine methods to slay these demonic beasts," he stated, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "Let us cast them down into the depths of hell, where they belong." Falkor's eyes were filled with wrath as he launched a merciless volley of shots at the advancing Demons. Each shot held a potent blend of satisfaction and insatiable need, reflecting the intense desire to demolish the Demon's Army.

Despite the light emanating from the Pentacle, the air was icy cold. Then the ground seemed to crack wider open like a glass and pouring through the shards came a horde of dark shapes, humanoid but twisted, gnarled and faceless, howling out a soundless scream that punctured the ears of the witch. It did not seem to affect Aosoth though. She cackled and her beetle-like eyes grew bright with a manic light as she raised her hands higher and the demons poured forth. Icy wind burned the witch as more humanoid demons came through the band of light within the Pentacle. The air stank of sulphur and ashes.

The way he looked at me was scaring me. Goosebumps spread through my whole body. "Losalie, Losalie, Losalie!" He repeatedly called my name as he lean over to my ear. "Be my Luna and I will let you live" he whispered, his eyes raking over my body hungrily and I felt a wave of disgust wash over me. I spat furiously on his face. "Over my dead body" when dad died, I felt a shift of power, I'm the alpha now and this demon standing in front of me wants to make me his Luna so he could use that power.

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.