Malphas Demon Novels & Stories

she whispered, her voice lost in the chaos of clashing metal and roaring engines. He seemed to be in a trance. When Malphas rose again, revealing his own partially transformed face—with protruding fangs and bloodshot eyes—Dante met him in the middle of the yard. They collided with the sound of two titans clashing. Dante slammed him against the side of a parked pickup truck, and the metal gave way, crumpling under the pressure of their bodies. Dante sank his hands into the truck’s hood, using it as leverage to hurl Malphas through the windshield.

When the world stops moving, I open my eyes to find I am seated on the back of a hellhound, walking through the underbelly of Hell. It's hot and filled with torture, agony, and despair, but nothing fazes me; I know my hound will keep me safe. "Remember me. I am Malakor, the demon prince's personal guard. You are too young to meet my master right now, but we are the fourth, the weapon you save for the very last. We are the makers and breakers of worlds.

Malik cleared his throat, "There's a lot of things you guys need to know, especially before even attempting to look for Typhon. Everyone's attention is on Malik. "Typhon is not a human, he is a high-level storm demon who is working with Beherit. He has done some horrendous things. He helped his father torture and murder his mother and his destined mate. He owns a security firm called the Damascus group, but that is just a front. He's involved in trafficking both humans and others to vampires for blood. He hired a guy they call the chemist who has developed drug compounds that affect every group of others. That is why they were able to get the upper hand on me, they used a demon compound to a

I asked. “Um, yeah. Fitting, right?” Hana blushed. “Malcolm is a cambion. Cambions are hybrid demons, so a child is born from a human and a demon. I don’t know who his dad is, but his dad was an incubus, which made Malcolm an incubus cambion.” “Malcolm is a hybrid sex demon,” I said the words slowly, letting them sink in. “Wait, is that why sex with him is outrageously good?”

The needle didn't just draw blood; it acted as a siphon, pulling the golden-violet energy of the Key of the Abyss directly out of her marrow. "Yes," Malphas hissed, his face contorting with a pleasure that was purely demonic. "Feed me." But the explosion of red light wasn't his victory. It was a glitch. Elara’s mother, the Guardian, lunged forward. Her silver armor clattered as she swung a sash of light toward Malphas, but the doppelgänger was faster. He used Elara as a human shield, forcing her mother to pull back the strike. "You can't kill me without killing her, Sarah!" Malphas laughed, the needle still embedded in Elara's throat. "We are tethered now. If I burn, she ashes."

El-Kharis grunted, clenching his teeth. "But this has never happened before in the history of demons. It must have something to do with the fact that she was human," Azazel, the only female present, spoke with a rigid and cold tone. She was the strongest demoness in the land, trained by the Demon God of Fire and the Queen Mother herself. "She was never truly human. She is an orb—a human orb. She is different from the others. Her heart was pure, but now it is tainted with my blood flowing through her veins," El-Kharis explained, tired of defending his mate.

The creature that crashes through the shrine's ceiling is nightmare made flesh. It's massive, easily fifteen feet tall, with skin like molten obsidian and eyes that burn like furnaces. Wings spread from its back, leathery and torn, blocking out what little light remains. This isn't a possessed human. This is a demon in its true form. "Malphas!" Pete's voice is filled with relief and reverence as he struggles to his feet. "Master, you came!" The demon—Malphas—surveys the chamber with those burning eyes, taking in the freed children, the interrupted ritual, Derek's broken form protecting me. His laughter shakes the walls.

On the other hand, lower demons always had a ravenous appetite. That was how they replenished their strength. “Are you coming?” “Give me ten minutes.” In the meantime, I took a walk across the clearing and took a handkerchief out of my pocket, drenching it in the blood of the scarred templar. I’ll summon you later, and we’ll have a talk. The road back took just twenty minutes. Naturally, nobody had noticed my absence. I put all my trophies together with the demon’s remains and lay down on my bedroll.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

For some odd reason, Cent felt that she saw that pair of eyes already and thought that she immediately scratched. “I don’t know who Mariposa is. But that wings are not butterfly wings. They are a demon’s wings.” Her jaws hitting the floor, Cent failed to load the information. But one question popped into her chaotic mind. Am I a demon, then? Wait, demons are real? So do angels? And vampires? And werewolves? “Yes, you are. You are Maleficent the Glutton, the only child of Beelzebub the Glutton. My one and only child.”