Marvel Demonic Novels & Stories

Shane roared into an uncontrollable laughter while pointing at Mara who's currently pouting like a baby. "Stop that, Shane," She said. "Did you know that none of the people in this place gets to mess with Azrael or with the seraphims?" Shane said while looking at Mara with pure amusement. Mara raised her eyebrow and then flicked her hair. "Of course, I do. Though, I have been messing with Azrael since I was a kid so there's nothing new, and there is no problem." "You're one of a devil child then." Mara smirked and then lifted her chin like a proud mafia boss. "I am basically a demon, Shane." She winked at the lad.

he said, disgusted. “You think?” H stopped once again and folded its arms in the chest. “Anyway, I care not about their wicked plans. I am a demon after all. I deserve to have fun too. Hell, I even made a pact with them and cheered for their future success, if they found the right human for the job.” Its diabolic smile returned as it cupped Marcus’ tense chin. The latter gritted his teeth, eyed the demon sharply, and deliberated on spitting its pale face for good measure.

He speculated that this individual must be a celestial being from ancient times. On the other side, there was a man shrouded in dense demonic energy. The person was depicted in the mural as exuding a fierce and ominous air, resembling an unparalleled demonic overlord emerging from a sea of blood and mountains of corpses.

I’ll make this quick or fuck knows what I will return to. I hop into my car and hit the road, transforming into my alter ego, Xavier Vorden, as soon as I reach the wilderness. As a demon, I possess the unique ability to assume various identities. I adopted the persona of Xavier to portray myself as a hedge-fund investor, but in truth, I am hired by people to inflict pain and eliminate those who have done them wrong. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement - they keep their hands clean, and I get to indulge my demonic nature while getting paid. It’s a win-win situation.

The kind that didn’t break, didn’t negotiate, didn’t end until everything in its path was ash. Still, Daven stood his ground. “You’ve come alone?” “Do I look like I need help?” Marcus asked. The demon inside Daven coiled tighter, whispering again. “He’s not like others. This one will not fall easy.” Daven’s expression darkened. “You’ve come this far, but you’ve made a mistake. You walked into my castle. My world. You have no idea what I’ve become.” Marcus’s eyes burned brighter. “And you have no idea what I’ll become if she dies.”

Finally bold enough, I asked, "Could you check?" The demon even jerked his head, then laughed. Have you ever heard a demon's laughter? Do you think it's scary? It's no scarier than a storm, or lighting, or a hurricane. It sounds wild, and furious, and mad, and fiery, yet oh so beautiful. The room suddenly became chilly. Smoke swirled in the corners of the pentagram, and Martha grew even paler. She was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold the demon back-or that I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from stepping toward him. I wasn't going to do that, however. I knew all too well you weren't supposed to trust demons.

The real alpha scrambled to his feet in sheer fear, his chair tumbling backward onto the stones with a loud crash as he pointed a shaking finger at his own perfect double. "This absolutely cannot be possible by any known laws of nature or wolf magic!" the alpha screamed, his face completely pale as his breathing turned into a series of panicked gasps. "Who are you, and what kind of demonic sorcery have you brought into our meeting hall tonight?" Damien smiled at his terror, walking slowly back to his seat at the high end of the table without a single care in the world. "Nothing is truly impossible in this valley as long as I am alive to guide our operations, my dear friend," he said softly,

demon:- listen cali what I am going to say is listen carefullthithingsg are going to get nasty to her and on, so don't talk to me because they are going to listen to us, because those masks have the technology, so don't do anything stupid, don't talk about me and don't talk about my past, if you ever feel scared just hold my hand, and don't touch any part of me, I hope you understand me, don't say anything don'don't anything. Cali:- are you crazy how in the world I am going to do that, I am afraid, I want to go home. demon:- don't be scared I am with you and I will be standing next to you, no matter what happens just trust me, I promise I will take you home soon. ****************************

His eyes were as dark as an abyss and was surrounded by vertical pupils, a hallmark of a demonkind. But it was the alpha mark on his left cheek bone, a crimson-tinted signil that confirmed what he was. A demon alpha. Ziva instantly retreated into me and I gasped. He had a struggling human wrapped around his fist. The human's face contorted in terror, eyes bulging, and mouth agape in a terrific scream, but the demon alpha didn't budge. Didn't even bat an eyelash when the human threw a spittle on his face. And then as if the roles were suddenly reversed, his mouth descended upon the human’s.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.