Malphas Demon Novels & Stories

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

Demons'' Zeel look at the man with a bit of horror in his eyes and said, ''ANDREA BELLUCI, CLASS- PALADIN''

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

However, he was halted instantly by the invisible barrier, which was powerful enough to force Alexander further away from home. He placed his palm on the surface as his power erupted, sending deep cracks across the ground. Alexander instantly shot off like a lightning ray and entered the home as the barrier that had been there vanished. “Isabella!” “Bella!!” Alexander screamed. He went up to Bella's room but found neither her nor any mess, indicating that Bella had not taken the stairs. His wrath erupted from his body, shattering everything in its path as he morphed into a demon with two large horns, his mouth releasing steam. Satan closed his eyes and called Lucifer and the Reaper to him.

If Wilbur and the old man were here, they would be able to tell at first glance that the merfolk's emperor, Ramos, who had never shown his real face this entire time, looked just like Demon from the dungeon. Demon was actually a clone of Emperor Ramos. Wilbur had blown Ramos' clone apart with the power of light just now, and the six wisps of miasma had returned to Ramos' body, meaning that Demon was now back in Ramos. The merfolk emperor stared at himself in the mirror. "F*ck! I can't believe you're back."

"But it wasn't Maddie's fault—" "I didn't say it was." Paul interjected rudely, shutting her up. "How many? And what type of demons?" "A fair number. I don't know what they were, but they looked like wisps of smoke with red eyes." Maddie replied. She so badly wanted to burn through the carpet like the puddle of demon poison. Anything was better than the smoldering look in her father's eyes. "An Enenra. I've seen one of those before. Deadly, almost impossible to get rid of." Paul murmured, almost to himself. "And what happened on the second attack?"

“What you have isn’t his entirety—only what was stripped away. Not every god is formed through striving. Some are defined long before they ever awaken. That fragment you’re holding isn’t a key to godhood… it’s proof of what he already was.” “Who still exists?” “Malachar. A demon—and your opponent.” My opponent…? I tried to grasp the name, but nothing came. Only fragments remained in my mind: pale moonlight, and the strange warmth it carried. “Am I meant to merge with this sacred combustion?” She offered no reply. Instead, her hands slipped away from me, leaving me standing alone in the water. Moonlight spilled across the sphere in my palm, softening its violent glow until it looked almost ca

She was heading toward Malphas. Malphas is a rogue alpha, the man who she had met last time at the inn. Years ago, he had been cast out of his pack for his cruelty and evil. Since then, he had lived in the shadows, gathering a discarded army of rogues and outcasts. Malphas didn't just want power; he wanted a systematic slaughter of every established Alpha, and Kael was his first target because the Varyn Pack was the strongest and most respected. Malphas knew that if he could tear down the strongest pillar, the rest of the packs would crumble and bow to him out of pure terror, and even if they didn't, he would make them. And that was why she had sought him out.

Lucas snarled under his breath. He launched forward to his Father, his golden coloured eyes turned into bloody red, glowing in flames of anger. His Father noticed his presence as Lucas’ power overwhelmed the entire Domus Malum. “Ah, here comes the prince of hell,” his words spreading in his smirk. Lucas stopped in front of him, his eyes only focused on Selene. Samael’s grip loosens until Selene’s frail body dropped down on the cold floor. Lucas diverted his attention to his Father, which stared back at him in a menacing cold expression.

and less like a person. On the third night, the door opened. Malphas stood there. He was no longer wearing the suit. He was bare-chested, his skin covered in silver tattoos that looked like circuit boards. His eyes were solid silver, glowing with a predatory light. "It is time," he said. He led me down, deep into the bowels of the estate. We passed the marble floors, passed the gold statues, and entered a room made of damp, black stone. In the center of the room was a stone altar. And around it were twelve chairs.