Mares Demon Novels & Stories

When Damon was back in the Monroe family's garden, his heart began to beat faster. Out of nowhere, there was a passionate desire to meet this girl again inside of him. He knew she would probably kill him - after all, she was a sorceress and her job was to wipe out demons - but that didn't seem to scare Damon off. He was ready for it, if only to be able to see her again, even if it would be the last time in his life.

demon:- don't you feel lonely here, so when you are shifting and stay with me. Jamie:- I want to stay with you, but what are we going to do with this mansion? demon:- my company with convert it into a hotel, this will be very profitable for you

The spirit had dark aura emitting from it and it was going to possess Jasmine It was echthra, the spirit of hatred, it fed on humans evil thoughts "Oh no!! Echthra... Lucy's spirit has been bewitched" he muttered and quickly divided his spirit from his body He grabbed Lucy's hands and that moment, time stopped with only Lucy's spirit and his that was conscious "What do you think you are doing?" He asked and touch her forehead with his palm. He was performing some kind of exorcism on her and immediately she regained her senses "Who are you?" Lucy asked

insisted the other man then sprinkled me with salt again. Do I look like a demon in their eyes? Do I have a tail and horns that only they can see? "What trouble is this, Ando?" asked an old woman who suddenly approached us. "We found a female demon, Old Remi. Help us get rid of her!" The man called Ando reported to the woman called Old Remi.

“I don’t have time for this! I’m guessing now I’m here time is moving again?” “Ah, yes, but you can’t return to the Terran Realm.” “What the hell are you saying, I must!” “You’re a ninth level demon lord now, it is forbidden by the agreeance in the peace treaty of the Angels and the Demon King that no entity over the level of six or under the level of two may enter any other realm.” “I’m not a Demon Lord, I’m a fucking vampire, I belong in the Terran Realm!” Ruben let the terrified Goblin go and raked a hand through his hair. “Show me how to create a portal! I must return to save Bastetia!”

That is common knowledge for god’s sake. “I mean, they’re the nearest werewolf pack in our tribe.” I nodded and take a sip of my coffee, he’s right about that, and the chance of these werewolves being the suspect of our mother’s murder is highly possible. “Domlur has a dungeon that is rumored to detain humans,” I added. Domlur according to my father is not a dangerous place, it was once great trading and marketplace. When the werewolves occupied the land, humans were either killed or chose to surrender and be their slaves.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

Clea was too shocked to say anything. "You're a descendant of the Goddess Fló. A sworn protector of this town and the towners. A witch that became a demon. Ohalo is awakening the formerly asleep demon energy in you." "Demon?!" Kali exclaimed again. Clea was shaken. She didn't even know what being a Demon meant. There was no way for her to believe it since she didn't even understand. No wonder. It was close to what Kali theorized;

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.

He remained perfectly still, his expression as unreadable as a mountain. “That isn't a mirror that reveals flaws, is it?” I challenged, my voice trembling with the aftereffects of the encounter. “No,” he admitted, his voice a low rumble. “It is an artifact of the Old World. Locked within its silver is a demonic entity—a minor underling of the God of the Underworld, reduced to a whisper meant to corrupt. They feed on your fears, Ersa. They don't just show you your darkness; they amplify it until it consumes you, leaving a hollow shell for them to possess.”