Paradise Of Demonic Gods Novels & Stories

Wezhira smiles, “High-ranking yes! Demon? No, this is what is known as a Demiurge, a god extension or a child of an infinite being and his name is Devoid and he has six siblings, 3 brothers and sisters and all of them powerful in their own right!” “Sounds like you are going to say we are not ready for that yet again!” Mukura rises from the ground and folds her hands. “That would be correct, but in time I shall tell you! My battle against Devoid shook realities across the infinite space and finally, he conceded, somehow I was able to get through to him and he helped me heal the world, restoring everything back to normal as much as we could.” “So, the dark god is now a good guy? Just like in

“Intentions?” “Your father is no ordinary demon. He is known as Deus demon.” “Deus demon?” said April G. “Deus demons are a rare species of demons who have magic strong enough to challenge a god. Because of this, they can empower other creatures with abilities beyond human comprehension.” “Are you saying that our dad gave our moms power?” June asked. “Indeed. But it came at a price.” “What price?” “Us,” Madison answered. “Correct,” Hughley said. “Long ago, Zai was betrayed by a group of his followers. They used the same type of magic he granted him to banish him from the human world.”

He catches my eyes for a brief moment, before he rushes to kneel down before me. "What in the world just happened?" I breathe, gathering up enough energy to utter those words with force. Shinee sits next to me, holding my back, the other hand around my waist. Pitifully, I lean against him, refusing to feel guilty for his warmth that I feed off of. A man who can do so many unkind things is choosing to sit here with me. “Doppelgänger’s. They are demon like creatures that are native to my territory, and exist in only small numbers. They migrated after being expelled from their initial creation place, Thought’s territory," Shinee explains, not seeming all that pleased with their existence.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

"Incubus demons might be considered arrogant and pretentious, but we are nothing the North think of us. We enjoy fucking women, no doubt, but there's a good side to us too." Lou and Clinton were the first to laugh at my statement, but then I heard a chuckle beside me from Lumi and then it spread to every guest on the table, except Akkar and of course the virgin of the moon, Kaliya. I frowned wondering if she was just being respectful to her father. "I would like to say that we demons are more than the sex that we give. We might make you scream in bed, but we have no evil intentions." I paused, and my eyes ran past Kaliya. "This union between us marks an open floor with the North and South. I

He groaned deep, and then his hands were on me, pushing my robe open. “Fuck...” he breathed out, eyes dragging over me. “You’re real.” His mouth dropped to my neck, hot kisses that burned. I gasped. My back arched, a moan slipping out before I could stop it. “You drive me fucking insane,” he muttered against my skin. I couldn’t answer. My head was already lost in it. His hands slid down, grabbed my thighs, spreading them. He stared down at me like I was something dangerous. Something forbidden.

Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying. Around her, her comrades stood in a tense silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The demon, moving with an unsettling deliberateness, slowly ventured towards Belle, its form shifting and writhing as it advanced, drawing ever nearer to the trembling woman who had summoned it from the abyss. "A soul of a lowly harlot's offspring, hahaha," the demon intoned, its voice an indistinct amalgamation. Was it male or female? Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender.

No, nah-hah, I'm not falling into the pit of flames just because a demon fooled me. Noticing that I'm not moving or following him, Than lets out a frustrated sigh and stops. He doesn't turn around to look at me, just stands there for a few moments before he speaks again. "Garden of evil is home, not hell. And no, I can't read minds; I correct myself only because you're not the first one who assumes that and refuses to follow. You humans and half-shifters believe in God and paradise, in Devil and hell, but refuse to acknowledge the world in between that isn't yours. Gardens." Wow, the whole God and Devil talk makes me believe Than more than I did before. Note the sarcasm. "The next thing you'