Lucifer Demon Novels & Stories

“You misjudged my character. I was never meant to be a demon.” He speaks. Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “Pretending to be a good boy in front of your girl? Let’s not forget the things you happily did for me. Slaughter, murder, torturing innocent children, I could go on and on.” I furrow my eyebrows. Torturing innocent children? He was just saying that to get on his or my nerves I bet, there is no way it can be true.

Lucifer averted his gaze to his brother, Lucian, hoping for him to come for his rescue but instead of that he saw an evil smile, evil smile of betrayer written all over his face. "Sir…". A voice called which made Demoni's eyes change to its normal color. "What is it you are looking for in a woman!!!". Demoni asked, turning to the nineteen years old lady standing at the entrance of the hall. "Sir, the elders demand for your present". The lady, Masha said. "Lucifer". He turned to look at the boy who was trying to catch his breath. "Come with me". Demoni demanded before he departed. Lucifer stood up from the ground and followed his father from behind while Lucian stood behind, clenching his fis

Zelina's (Hydra) voice brought Aragorn back to reality. "Who is Dark?" Lucifer asked. "The former God of the moon, the one Zia fought and killed. He, like Zia, was also reborn." Hydra answered. "He is the king of darkness and demons." Amaya chips in and smirks, staring inside the dark pit. "But we are getting you out, let's see if you can defeat him and regain the kingship from him." "Don't test me Amaya," Lucifer said with a growl. "I have been in here for years, this Dark of yours cannot survive the heat in here. Do it now quickly, suck out my soul. I can sense two of the holy ones coming." he added.

James locked his gaze on Lucifer. Lucifer was too unusual. He was the son of the Demon Emperor. He was the sole descendant of the Demon Emperor. With such an identity, he would always be a blasphemous presence, no matter where he was. “I saved you, and you want to kill me?” questioned James. “No.”

It was as if a veil had covered her mind, memory, and ability to think. "Just blast another of their headquarter again." It was the voice again, seemingly the continuation of the conversation fragments. This time, it was a female voice. "What the use? Dæmon's main rat hole is not easy to track. Even if you set fire on one of his headquarters, he wouldn't have cared." Another male voice again, but this time was lighter, and his tone contemptuous, laced with slight anger and mockery. "Tsk, isn't he such a ruthless person?"

"Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celestial Blade, and went up to my room. I locked the door and drew a Pentacle, then proceeded to perform a demon-raising ceremony. It was so powerful, summoning a Greater Demon, that it split our house in two and reduced it to rubble. "Suprisingly enough, I survived. And there Aosoth sat,

“Let’s put it this way. I’m consumed with what you call darkness, a dark energy. Call me demon, evil, sinister, vile, wicked, malevolent, monster. I don’t care. And you’re right, I don’t belong here or anywhere anymore. I’m cursed to live down there for eternity, but I like it here on earth. People are greedy and corrupt, and I love watching them kill each other for money and power. It makes me even stronger.” “Just so I understand, let me just sum up everything you’ve told me. You’re a half-Nephilim who chose the dark side so you could manipulate people for your own personal gain. Dude, that’s just so, well, dark.” I snorted as I remembered the wings. “Or daddy issues much?” “I will kill yo

she said. Lucian gave a sad laugh. “Why? Because I’m so good-looking? Look, I’m the child of a succubus and an archdemon, a mix of unreal beauty and unreal power. Power that always leads to destruction because I can barely control my demon when it takes its true form.” “You can work on how to control it better, right?” she asked, her voice hopeful. “What if there’s a mission that really needs a powerful being like you to help?”

He placed them at the six points of the star on the floor, bathing the room in the light of death. Spade placed the jar of salt back on the table, then Luc stood before me with a beaded necklace wrapped around his hands. His fingers glided around the black beads, gold shining in his eyes as he watched me settle in my place. “I need you to keep your cool, Spade,” Luc spoke, his alpha eyes trained on me. “What’s inside her is not a regular demon.” Spade’s jaw ticked. “What is it?” “She’s old and powerful,” Luc said. “I can sense her power already, and I haven’t even called her forward.”

He paused the video and zoomed in on each of his members wrists. There lay a tattoo of a snake eating its own tail. He took the video back and zoomed it on the other group's wrist. Iris eyes widened, her expression immediately turned grim. Her mind slowly getting a hang of what was happening. "You see, Iris I didn't kill your family." He flipped the slick laptop close and tossed it on the bed. "All of them are going to pay." She gritted her teeth her eyes staring ahead of her with determination. Cassian gave out a dark bone chilling chuckle. Iris recoiled.