My Inner Demons Characters Novels & Stories

Only I alone was battling with the demons afflicted on me since I was a child. I was battling with my inner demon, the complete opposite of Steel. It was only his form I transform into during the month of the full moon and at night. He was disastrous and had no iota of human feelings. He killed anything in his way without a motive and so many had died in his hands without upsetting him and they were women. Which one of them death was the most painful of all to me. Only I had the worst predictions of my birth stars. Only I was paying the price of being conceived by my mother. Only I was...

Biting his right knuckles, he took a step backward. ‘Why am I acting like a freaking lunatic? Oh, I see. It is because I am indeed a lunatic for not doing my father’s will against my better judgment.’ Like an insane person, he talked to his inner self inside his mind. Realizing he was only proving his theory of his insanity, Damon the prideful kept on walking backward like a human he saw inside the boxes called television in the human realm as if he was someone inside a horror and suspense scene.

For a moment, a look of utter hatred and disgust crossed my eyes. "Fuck this world." I looked back at him. "Honestly, I just don’t care anymore. Having inner demons doesn’t make me a bad person, but it doesn’t make me a good one either. While I probably shouldn’t say the thoughts aloud or act upon them, they are perfectly harmless on their own, so I’m fine with it. At least, I know I’m not alone. Everyone has inner demons. They just don’t like to talk about them." Isadore and I locked eyes and for the first time I could see some emotion and bitterness in them. Unconsciously, I reached my hand out and grabbed his hand. This was also the first time I initiated a physical contact with him. He d

He was silent, almost as if he was struggling to align his thoughts It was like a vacuum, sucking up the air and leaving only the weight of his inner turmoil. The echoes of his Inner demons seemed to reverberate through the stillness, their whispers growing louder, more insistent. It was as if his mind was a battlefield, with thoughts and emotions clashing in a frenzy of confusion. And then, like a crack in the armor, a faint whisper escaped his lips. “I don’t know who I am anymore.” The words hung in the air like a fragile leaf on a winter’s breeze, vulnerable and tremulous.

And I know inside you always wanted to bring out that cheesy Sam with Jay, but there was a greater force holding you back. -I always thought I had demons inside me, Brandon, demons that kept me from being me. You know how I feel when I get really angry? It's like there's another person inside me wanting to go out and make a mess, another person who is very mean and unfeeling, another person who wants to hurt herself because she likes pain. That person scares me so I try to keep that person hidden in some corner inside me. I feel that person is a psychopath. -Maybe that person is yourself.

My inner demon is the sadistic one. He's a part of me now so in order to fulfil his needs, I need to do these things for him. If I don't, he will actually burn the entire city to the ground and feed on every single dead person in sight until he's well fed. Trust me, it's that bad. I heard the sound of a door slamming open in the living room and I took that as my sign to leave. Closing my eyes, it took me a few seconds to teleport back to my house before

She began to sing and tune out the world around her “They say, "Don't let them in…Close your eyes and clear your thoughts again".….But when I'm all alone…They show up on their own…’Cause inner demons fight their battles with fire…Inner demons don't play the rules…They say, "Just push them down just fight them harder….Why would give up on it so soon?”…So angels, angels please just keep on fighting….Angels don't give up on me today….Cause the demons the they are there….They just keep biting….Cause inner demons just won't go away….So angels, please, hear my prayer….Life is pain, life's not fair….So angels, please, please stay here….Take the pain, take the fear….They say, "It won't be hard”…But

I let my eyes flutter closed, as I recentered myself. My inner demon came out to take over, and I let her. She was colder than I was. Less emotional. All she saw was good and evil. All she cared about was eradicating our enemies, and right now our enemies were the ones holding those girls prisoner. I crept into the building, following her directions to the basement where there were approximately a dozen different scents. 7 girls and 4 adult males. I bared my teeth as I slinked from shadow to shadow to get the layout of the land before stepping out into the open.

Now, can she stand firm on her stand against the only person she ever trusts, or be left hanging in the pool of blood ‘HE’ created? AYUMI JANE CERVANTES One of the twelve who guards the Maiden and the Prince, but the one left to be the tragic sacrificial soul as she is consumed by the sin of Mammon. Fighting against the evil within her, causes her to have a split personality of both good and evil that drags her as the 2nd victim of Mammon, with her consciousness and subconsciousness are being driven to the side, resulting in her insecurities, fear, and nightmares. Among the twelve her location and identity are unknown as she is trapped to the deepest side of the cursed world that the cursed

I felt like a prisoner in my mind, trapped in a never-ending cycle of self-doubt and despair. “You think you are royalty? Tch.” the demons mocked. M- My name is Astraea. I am the daughter-i am the daug-ugh! I sobbed holding my hand to my mouth. "You're useless," they hissed, their laughter ringing in my ears. "You can't even say who you are." The tears flowed freely now, my sobs echoing off the walls of my chamber as I struggled to silence the demons that tormented me. I felt like a prisoner in my own mind, trapped in a never-ending nightmare from which there was no escape.