Pureblood Demon Soul Novels & Stories

" I want to help chase those demons that keep haunting your dreams and I promise you if it was someone that hurt you, I'll find them and make them pay." " And lastly, I want you to tell me what those nightmares are really about and if not me, anyone would do okay?" He said looking vulnerable and she knew it took a lot for him to come out and say that to her. She knew she couldn't fight what she was feeling anymore, not after what he'd said. If he wanted to see her demons, then she would let him. She would let him see who she really was. She would let him know she wasn't better than those demons he mentioned and if he stayed after that, then so be it.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

Aosoth paused and regarded the demons. "The bones of a servant I have conveniently been able to acquire, and the flesh of my spouse can be easily retrieved. Now, the blood of my spawn has proved very difficult to obtain. I even went as far as arranging for the abduction of her father in order to lure her here. She, however, seems not to care less about what happens to her father" At this point she stopped and looked up. Hanging among the rafters of the cathedral's roof was a bound and gagged human shape, slowly twisting and clearly unconscious.

“Is that so?” Andrius sneered at the arrogant soul entity before him. “We don’t know that yet. Break!” With a shout, Andrius maintained his clarity, never losing himself inside the illusion. Then, his body suddenly radiated brilliantly. The light carried an indescribable sense of solemnity, sacredness, and purity. It was a powerful technique left by the Demon Emperor, specifically designed to counter illusions and soul attacks. Using his own powerful soul as a guide and his physical body as the foundation, it purged all evil spirits, restoring his state of self.

“I remember. He killed our mother. He would’ve killed us, if we didn’t go insane first from being sealed against our will. How did we die if I could protect us from the pheromone?” “Her body was broken well before that and was too human to heal. It couldn’t handle the shock. It over produced the pheromone as a response to injury. For a normal demon, it would’ve taken longer to die. This was the only option so we could be the queen our people needed. Our magic combined with the earth and created a new body, a better one. New wings gifted by our goddess, new purpose gifted by our anger. Now, we must be one again, finish our spell, and fight.” She explained.

He made himself clear. "Demons," Elroy spoke casually, "I Know." "Five ranks of Demons roam this world as taught to us by Commander Allas. Rank five demons, the lowest of them all are called dark souls, eyes hallow as night - pale dead skin - they were once humans, but now taken over by dark spells wrath on them by drinking sorcery of Ethan Roy.” “Who is he? Ethan Roy.” Elroy was intrigued by such a man.

she uttered while slashing the knife at the Demons round-up around her. With every cut of the knife, the Eidolons started going back to powder of ashes before disappearing. They don’t die, they simply went back to the dimension they belong. But regular Demons bleed thin blood like green poison, and some bleed silver or black. She remembers seeing a Demon that bled acid the color of sapphires.

"I performed a ritual for years to summon the demon soul imprisoned in the ground using Jim's skull and turn it into a statue. I had to offer blood as a ritual covenant, but I couldn't offer up human blood. I couldn't kill humans, because that's why I gave my own blood. But it's not enough, the demons want more blood." "What did you gain after surrendering your soul to the devil? Will you finally be able to avenge yourself?" asked Samuel sarcastically. "Sam!" "I just want to know, if she finally made it or it was all for nothing." "I don't know if my revenge has been avenged or not. However, the demon gave me a strange vision." "Strange vision? what does that mean?" "I can see bad things tha

Especially when the other has the power to take their life. "The old Demon's were very honourable. It's how they all got killed," he explains grimly. "I've known this person since the very beginning, and I know they are incapable of breaking their word." I frown, my brain trying to process the information he is drip-feeding me. "Keo mentioned a completely full-blooded Demon from around the time of the war. Is it them?" I question. At the time I didn't think much of it. Keo told me there was only one Demon that came from the time of the war and had blood more pure than his. He said he had spent his entire life looking for this person, and yet so far has failed.

Sky asked. “The last demon’s strength which the witch summoned was of Asphalt, I believe. The Moon Goddess saw how a demon was behind all the dark magic, so she might have cursed Asphalt’s fate to be tied with the town’s soul. There was a story where it said that the Moon Goddess fated the Blood Moon to be the protector of the powerful soul. Everyone thought it was just a sentence written in literary prose.” “But it isn’t,” Sky said. “The Blood Moon refers to Asphalt and the powerful soul refers to the soul of the town. They are both natural entities. In their human form, it's Dominic who holds Asphalt and Avery who holds the powerful soul of the town.”