Morpheus Demon Novels & Stories

His frown only seem to deepen with time. "It was weird and scary when Maddox reacted that way..His eyes were— "Gray" He finished.Tension happens to linger in the air, somehow I feel there's something wrong or maybe about to happen. "How do you know?" I asked.The man before me heaved out a sigh. "Demon is trying to take over Maddox completely.Those gray eyes only come back when it's stronger and succeeding in taking control.I have warned him countless times to not use demon.It makes him strong for sure only to lure him into the trap"

He roared, trying once more to stand upright. At that moment, his opponent leaped suddenly! Morpheus heard a heart-wrenching voice amidst the clamor. He wanted to stand up and hug her again, but his eyelids couldn't open anymore. His breath grew faint, and his soul seemingly detached from his body. As his soul floated in the sky, he saw his own body, saw Persephone crying her heart out, saw Fat Jim's smirk, saw the chaotic and filthy world slowly drifting away from him...

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Leaving him to watch me across the room and sip on what looked like wine, so early in the morning. Every time I took a bite or two there he was, lips tightly shut, brows slightly curled and eyes squinting low. He actually didn't look like a demon at all, but a murderer. I also couldn't lie and say he wasn't an attractive being, because that he was. An attractive, murderous, being. His aura definitely spoke King, but demon? I couldn't really see it. He looks like a European male model. Baby smooth face, no facial hair in sight and dimples on both cheeks. He was a prize to the eyes to look at.

This was who he was. A demon. And tonight, the hunger inside him screamed louder than ever. His vision swam with shadows as his pupils dilated, distorting the world around him. He stumbled into the darkness of the room, reaching blindly for the bed to ground himself. But instead of fabric, his fingers brushed soft, warm skin. A body. A person. He snarled, his face twisting into a scowl, lips pulled back as he loomed over her. “Who are you?” he demanded, voice ragged, distorted by the demon rising in his throat.

My eyes glowed intensely and a large orb of swirling dark energy slowly formed on my palms, "Deus Ex Mortem, heed my call. To bring forth destruction to this world's damned souls!" "Oblivio!" I screamed and the orb of dark energy discharged towards the group of demon sorcerers. A large explosion occurs reducing the demons into embers of dust and ashes. Through that feat, the Demons shrieked in horror once more. "He's an abomination!" One of them screamed. "Well, I had no reason to suspect that…." I tightly gripped my Short Sword once again and decidedly attacked the General for the second time. I need to make sure this one would connect.

They were all fading, the fire from their candles blowing out. The doors gave way with a crash. Joe looked around. He was all alone. The Mitos swarm gathered around him in a cricle. He could hear their snarls and they all wanted one thing- to kill him. "Joe". The Mitos formed an image of Harver Morvacain. Except it wasn't a representation of Harver Morvacain. It was the real Harver Morvacain. He could sense Harver's Demon Essence. And his anger along with it.

“Stop talking to the guy!” Scott McGowen yelled at her. He was a 30yr old gang boss, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He lusted for power and in his lust had made a pact with a Demon Lord, which resulted in being given her. She was a beautiful young golden haired demon foot soldier, given to him to do his bidding and aid him in his rise to power, but she was more than that she was extremely powerful and needed to be kept on a very short leash. The great thing for Scott McGowen was that the contract made her, his…in every way, shape and form that he wanted to use her. All he had to do was give her an order and she had to obey it. Of course, Scott was going to use it for that, and the inf

Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror. The demon's presence surged within him, stirring the dormant power that lay within his veins. Its malevolent whispers filled his mind, taunting him, tempting him to embrace the darkness. Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose.