Morpheus Demon Novels & Stories

There’s a demon hiding inside of him. “Are you alright?” Devon asked. I looked at him and didn’t answer “You looked at him too much… is something bothering you?” He asked me again. “No, I was just amazed at his face...look,” I said and tried to show them. “Looked at his angelic face and his eyes” And they both went closer to see more clearly. “Is there something you noticed?” I asked them “The eyes… are like a fire raging hiding behind an angelic face,” Luna answered. Brilliant. She got it right.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

I was glad because I thought he came to me for the same reason I had. But I was wrong. I felt his hostility when he asked me about the Demon Alpha’s son. When I told him that the boy is innocent and has no connection to the evildoings of his father, he got mad and accused me of having connection with the Demon Pack. He captured me and imprisoned me in his pack’s dungeon. I tried to fight back but he had better fighting skills, I had no match to him. I could still remember vividly how he tortured me with a blazing whip just so I would tell him where the boy was. But I knew he would kill the boy once he’d find him that’s why I didn’t say a thing.

Morgott sneered, “They say I am a demon who kills people or supreme beings without blinking an eye. That I’m cruel and would commit heinous crimes.” He raised his voice and shouted, “But! I can say with confidence that no matter where I’ve gone, I’ve never killed a human.” Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent. James narrowed his eyes, seemingly coming to a realization. Morgott’s spirit was undeniably potent. He could possess or manipulate any living entity, and he was immortal. It would not be long before his seal was lifted, and he could take over their bodies to seek revenge.

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.

The combined anguish of countless lost memories and shattered dreams gave it life. Elysia, her voice barely audible above the chaos, shouted, "What have we unleashed?" Malachi, his face pale, whispered a name, a name from ancient texts and forgotten myths, "Morpheus, the Dreamweaver." Liora, recalling the legends, added, "He was said to be a guardian of dreams, one who could weave realities. But he was lost to time, imprisoned in the void." The massive figure, now identifiable as Morpheus, stretched its hand, and the Celestial Harp, resonating with an intense frequency, flew towards him. With the Harp in his possession, he had the power to reshape realities.

Indie let my hand go and let her demon form out, showing off that she was a concubus. There were some scattered applause. I let my demon form out too. All of it. “I am Morrigan, Vasilia of the demons.” I stated while my human form shifted.

"So tell me, King Devaro when you you plan on executing that dearest mother of yours" He snapped my attention to his dark reddish eyes, he was dress in a black suit with a red shirt, his chest lost a lot of buttons showing off skin the demoness caressed so lustfully. The demoness are called incubus, sex driven demons. Snapping back to attention I frowned at the intonation of his words. "And what makes you think I plan on taking down my mother's rule?" He laughed wholeheartedly. "Enough with the games Devaro. we both know that your mother is weak, she degrades everyday"

So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move. Moros is a walking horror story. He looks like a sycamore and a steroid junkie had a terrifying love child. His antlers and arms are all twisted tree branches. His face is a skull. His legs are literal tree trunks, roots digging into the ground. He’s like a pissed-off Ent with a gym membership. But roots make you slow. Still, this guy is dangerous. He can warp your mind—show you all the worst endings to your life, make you believe you're somewhere else, with someone else. Sleeping in your bed. Walking into your lover’s arms. Falling off a cliff.

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.