Malphas Demon Novels & Stories

Myla raised an eyebrow. “What solution?" “He told me that the chief of hunters could remove the demon from inside me but that didn't work out" Myla froze as she stared at Ares with wide eyes. “Was that why you murdered my father in cold blood because he couldn't free you from your demon? Huh?"...

"In the Demon Realm, these are called Carcurus; they are low-level creatures that find a victim and stick themself on a host sucking the life force out of them." "So, they are like you and Arlo?" "Sort of, but once the host loses its life energy, the carcurus will use it as its body like a puppet." That's fucking creepy. "How the hell did this happen?" "My guess, even though these boys only took a whiff of the miasma, it didn't have the chance to turn the boys into ferals. Those hunks got there on time." When Saye says hunks, she is referring to Dominic and Malik.

The black-robed man was named the Devouring Demon. He was not exactly a living being and was more accurately described as a being that straddled the border between life and death. The Devouring Demon was confident he could kill everyone since the competition lasted for 30,000 years. Within this period, none of the powerhouses on Mount Chaos could enter the Ancient Realm. He was sure he could wipe out the creatures that entered the Sky Islands before the end of the competition.

"I don't mean to switch the topic, but, do you mind clarifying what you are? Because you know of mates, I'm certain you've gathered that we are werewolves. But I still wish to know what you are. Bennet is the alpha of this pack, but I do most of his duties right now. One of those duties is protecting all within this pack. You may not know this, but you are inside our territory. I have a responsibility to know what you are." He says this all very gently, but I see the underlying message: What the hell are you? Taking a breath, I start, "You were correct in your observation. I am a hybrid of angels and demons. I do not pose a threat to you or your pack. Many hybrids have the ability to use mag

He wove a tapestry of ancient legends, painting vivid images of a bygone era when the realms of magic and supernatural forces collided in a cataclysmic struggle for dominance. "Long ago," he began, his voice carrying a timbre that mirrored the weight of ages. "There was a formidable demon known as Malachi, an entity gifted with the curse of immortality. His powers knew no bounds as he ravaged the realms, feasting upon the life force of innocents and reveling in chaos. But the supernatural beings of that time united, putting aside their differences to confront this malevolence." As my father spoke, I could almost visualize the epic battle that unfolded in his words—a grand clash of mythical c

Not even when the bad man had shown up in my apartment and tortured me. Yes, I had been terrified when he hit and stabbed me, but the fear was nothing compared to watching him kill those men in such cruel way. How could he be so heartless? How could he kill without the slightest remorse? He was a demon. And demons should be kept in hell, not here on earth. Oh! I certainly shouldn't be near one. My eyes shimmered with tears, and from time to time, they fell onto my cheeks, but I wiped them as quickly as they came.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

he rasped, his voice sounding like a thousand whispers layered over a tectonic growl. "What are you?" I breathed, unable to move as a shadowy hand, cold as ice yet burning like fire, slid up my inner thigh. "I am Malphas," he murmured, leaning over me. His face shifted, becoming almost humanly handsome before dissolving back into a predatory mask. "And I am the hunger you've been nurturing in the dark. You've fed me your fantasies for weeks. Now, it's time I feed on the reality."

Suddenly, from the very center of the pentacle, a swirling mass of black smoke began to materialize, coalescing into a towering, amorphous form. This entity, devoid of any discernible features, exuded an aura of pure malevolence. Belle's heart raced as she took in the sight before her—this was her first encounter with a demon, a being she had scarcely believed could exist. Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying.