Poem Demon Novels & Stories

I'm speechless. What's going on with this demon?

“Professor, last time you told us that the first being to use magic was the Demon Lord Abaddon and that he passed down his magic ability to those who worshipped him. But why is it that humans fought him despite them praising him” Lyon was astonished to hear someone ask about the Demon Lords existence, since it was a topic tackled once by the professors and never to be spoken again. Unless a student was courageous enough to ask about it. The professor was baffled over the question of his student, the others stared at him waiting for his response, their piercing glares of curiosity made Lyon cuckle weakly. It took a few more minutes of immense staring for the professor to speak up. Lyon, knowi

Helia's voice was tight, wobbly drawing again her broom with her both hands– this time to smack the creature that had been making pesky vermin. “Vermin they are not– pesky humans are!” cried the demon, its voice raspy and wheezy– the goat-head demon's onyx gimlet eyes gleamed. The demon stood on its ebony hooves, legs squatting sideways and outwards, clutching a crow between its hands– a nefarious and a dark red-tinged unshorn demon, the dawning hallow daylight had borne its evilness even more. “Crows and snakes are vermin!” cried the witch to the vile demon stooping two feet taller than her. The demon freed the crow from its grasp and it flew past over Helia's head and joined the flock flyi

The demon knelt down, his head resting on the ground, and he was slightly trembling. It was time to put my acting skills to use. "I've lived in this realm for quite some time, tell me what the demon king has in mind." I was wagering that the demons' leader was known as the Demon King. For a little moment, the demon tilted his head in perplexity. "Sire, how did you end up in this realm? Even higher demons cannot enter...How did a noble demon... ahh, my apologies!" The devil was fumbling around as if it was bewildered.

the demon ended arrogantly in the name of Bael, the old bone, full of delusions that he could restrain Satan. Satan didn’t say a word, only his blow landed on the demon’s head, crushing one of his sides, but not enough to kill him. The demon was forced to try to use his power as quickly as possible. He knew that Bael had taken away Satan’s power and that his power would not work in this realm, but he realized that if Satan’s blow struck him again, he would be finished.

she pleaded and cough out pretending to be ill Samael’s eyes pop out in shock at her request, he look horror-stricken as her voice finds its way into his ears, he can’t believe she would dare to ask him such request like he’s some lowly demon or an animal spirit “I am the lord of all demons, beasts and all creatures of the….” He was saying then stopped and sigh out loud in frustration, the marriage with this human seems more arduous than he assume it to be “What do you human drink to heal up?” he asked “What will you drink?” she asked teasingly “Blood energy from beasts will…” Samael stops again realizing what he’s saying, he just almost spill it out to the human female Shaina look puzzled a

Kat came to stand beside him, her hand upon his shoulder. As all the demons raised their heads Scribe suddenly bellowed out. “All hail Demon Lord Ruben, our master of the Ninth Circle” The demons all boomed out in their loudest voices. “Hail Demon Lord Ruben!” Three times before falling silent and expectant. Ruben glanced up at Kat. “What now? I really hope they aren’t expecting a speech.” “No…” She giggled behind her hand. “You can tell them to ah…fuck off, now.” Scribe said with a little amusement.

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

A moment later he returned, turning corporal once more and carrying her bags. "How did you do that?" He raised a brow, as if it were obvious. "I'm a spectral demon." "That is so cool. So you're like a ghost or something?" "Most humans who think they've seen a ghost are actually witnessing a spectral demon." Her curiosity racing she asked jokingly, "Can you go all Jedi and move things with your mind?" He cocked his head, as if he were about to give a lecture to a group of children. "Yes, when I go fully demonic I have telekinetic abilities. And I can't be harmed or killed. It makes my kind invaluable, especially on the battlefield."

That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven. Crap! I had yelled at him just the other night. I, an utterly ordinary human, had yelled at a demon. Was it too late to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness? I dragged my heavy feet back home.