Marvel Demonic Novels & Stories

“You know my little secret. The only thing that will stop you from talking is if I integrate you into my circle. After all, neither in the world of the mafia nor the world of werewolves can wives testify against their husbands.” “No.” I said horrified. “After all,” he murmured in a sultry, almost menacing tone. “Did you not want that happily ever after, Mira? The white wedding? The engagement ring? I am granting your wish, darling, only not in the manner you intended. In my hands, there is only duty.” “I hate you,” I spat, summoning up a little bit of courage.

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

"Surely, you've heard of their existence-" "No, Master Miller!" Scarface screamed, but calmed himself and continued, "Pardon my rudeness, however, that person is not a demonologist. Demonologists summon demons to fight for them. These demons' fires are also green or purple depending on their rank, b-but that mage…" "What about him?!" Marcus couldn't help but raise his voice. Scarface's stuttering was really starting to irk him.

Shivay stood rooted to his place, not knowing what to do, he shouted at the other end but the call was already, disconnected Anger rushed inside his system, his body felt as if burning under the volcano, he screamed at top of his voice, his men’s shivered to see the devil all miserable yet the voice had the capacity to send a shiver down everyone spine He marched towards Mark, and held his jaw with a force, mark felt as if it came out of his face “Tell me who the hell is he” he shouted making him scared for his life, the man in front of him looked like Devil in all forms, it felt as if whoever comes in front of him, would die seeing mire his eyes, which was like a volcano Mark struggled to b

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

"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

My heart did a flip when he finally looked at me. "Now, I'll tell you this for free, if you need protection from any kind of demon, there's no better person to get it from than me. When you're on my bad list, I get you killed, no matter what. And when I don't want you dead, I make sure it stays that way," he tilted his head. "So, make a choice, J. 'Cause you don't have so much time." My head was a mess. I looked at him for a long time, trying to make meaning from what he said. Everything sounded foreign to me. Maybe, I could comprehend them, but I just didn't want to accept it.

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

The last thing I heard before pulling through the clouds was his voice in my head. " You won’t take her away from me again” he said. Wait. Again? I called my advisors to do some research on everything they had on Xavier. Red eyes and smoke were only common around one species. Demons. Demons are the vilest creatures who inhabit peoples' bodies on earth. They exist purely to create conflict. Was it possible Xavier was possessed by the spawn of the dark one? If that is the case, how long have I not been talking to the real Xavier?

I whispered in his ear, trying to distract myself. "Yeah," He sounded hoarse, and cleared his throat, "Wrath demons are closely connected to vampires. It's a unique ability that we have. The rest of the demons will have to jump or climb down and hope they don't break their legs." Finally, we landed, my feet finding solid ground. Relief washed over me as I took a step back, distancing myself from Samael instantly.