Malphas Demon Novels & Stories

But then, I heard it - a loud cry that made my heart skip a beat. It was Bella's voice, my girlfriend's voice, and it was filled with anguish and pain. I quickly turned around, my eyes scanning the room, and that's when I saw it. My father, the powerful alpha, lay on the floor, his heart ripped out by one of the vampires. The vampire's eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity, his golden eyes blazing like an evil sun.

"Shouldn't you be... causing discord? Tempting mortals?" A slow, devastating smile curved his lips. He shrugged off the jacket, revealing a simple black shirt stretched taut over shoulders that spoke of contained, ancient power. He moved with a predator's grace, closing the distance between them, stopping just outside the circle of light cast by her desk lamp. The scent of him intensified, wet earth, leather, and that core of smouldering embers, uniquely Malakai. It wasn't the sulfur and brimstone of lesser demons; it was the scent of deep, primal things, of storms and the heart of mountains.

My tone sounded demonic, dragging deeper to make her tremble. “Don’t touch me.” She gasped, scratching my palm. “Who are you?” I leered at her. “Malphaus.” Her eyes widened. Her tone in whispers. “No. You’re the Devil.” "Quite close, but I'm a Demon," I replied and released her. She fell onto the ground coughing blood. Celestia rushed into the room simultaneously and laid down next to her daughter. "What is wrong with her? Is she responsible?" Mirabelle pointed at me and Celestia glanced up and her expression shifted instantly. "You should not be provocative. He has been awakened."

“I thought you were Lucifer’s general?” “I am Lucifer’s’ executioner. I carry out his word, whether that be to interrogate a prisoner or to command his armies. Malphas is his war council, he strategizes attacks and offer advise.” He explained. “Once word of this gets out, he will not be an easy demon to sedate.” “Are we in danger?” I squeaked out. “No more than we already were.” He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, which did nothing to calm the worry boiling in my gut.

I looked down at my hands and noticed my fingers growing into claws. “No, no, no!” I begged. “This cannot be happening. What is going on?” I cried out in confusion. I staggered, clutching my jaw as another growl buzzed in my throat, and then I felt Varköl scream in my head. “Mate!” Mate? Before I could make sense of it, I felt pain tear through me. My knees buckled and I dropped to the ground screaming, I saw black smoke coil beneath my skin, veins bulging as the demon stirred, breaking its chains.

One of the benefits of being my demon Alpha’s mate is my flames were able to take on the form of hell fire, and it was that much harder to put out. “Fine, you don’t have to talk to me but my master will very happy with the two of you” she said stepping back into the shadows with a sinister smile but her army started their slow advance towards us. “Run like you’ve never run before, run like your life depends on it... because it does” Trevor sent through the link and I felt adrenalin rush through blood. “Fast as lightning baby” I said just as one of the monsters leaped forward, causing a chain reaction and the others followed its lead.

"The S-tier Malevolent Phantom claims to be Malachar, and I figured out that he and Hall of Souls are working together. Maybe because they lost several Black Soul Scouts and the entire laboratory recently, he's desperate to kill me." Donna looked at the man in the video, her expression not showing much. She returned the phone to Felix and said, "I know this Malachar guy. He definitely is an S-tier Malevolent Phantom—and the craziest one." Craziest? Felix quickly asked, "What do you mean 'craziest'?" Donna explained, "Us S-tier Malevolent Phantoms don't have a clear way of forming groups, but we can roughly categorize ourselves. For example, Specter and I are the type who live for ourselves.

“What is going to happen is that we are going to ignore each other. We’re going to simply act as though the other doesn’t exist. Nobody finds out that we’re mates. I mean nobody, not even your brothers. Once we demons take over we’ll talk more about what’s going to happen between us.” Wow. I had no words for this. Was he honestly expecting me to go along with this? He either needed to reject me or be the Amato I needed him to be. “No I will not go along with this. I mean seriously, who do you think you are treating me like this?” I asked him while trying to yank my hands free of his grip. “I’m Malus, Prince of Demons. You will obey or you find that your brothers will pay the price.” He looke

A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence: Shams al-Duhur: In a small town, there once lived a sect of corrupt humans who gathered the innocent and slaughtered them as sacrifices to demons. But the demons betrayed them, killing each one and leaving no bodies behind. Their blood filled a vast pit beneath this very town—a pit dug by the devil himself, which became a lake of human blood, fed daily by the endless violence of wars and accidents. From this curse, Malik was born. The devil claimed to be a soldier on Earth and sent him to fill that lake with blood without end. No human being can stop him or uncover his true nature.

“The builder? Of course, Should I let him know you are coming?” “No! I want to surprise our Demon prince.” Dominic replied before heading for the elevator. Mal wasn't exactly a builder, or a demon prince, he was in fact a greater demon of hell who took a liking to building great structures and strongholds, he is the head of the buildings security division at Predtech and like all demons an egotistical asshole most of the time, but Dominic couldn't hold that against him, it's his nature.