Real Demogorgon Novels & Stories

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

You’ve got that right, she thought to herself. Piper moved, readjusting on her feet, and Ru continued to scroll down the page. One of the pictures caught her eye, and she stopped. The face she was looking at was male, but he was lovely—perhaps the most symmetrical she’d ever seen, with soft eyes and full lips. There was a haunted look behind his eyes, a sadness, and even though it was just a charcoal drawing, Ru couldn’t help but wonder if the artist had actually seen this face before; it looked so real. She began to read below the drawing. “Thanatos, Death incarnate. One of many demons who walk the Earth searching for souls to collect. Otherwise known as The Grim Reaper. There are many who

“Excuse me? Why would I be?” He chuckled, the sound low and rich, like the roll of distant thunder. “No reason.” I glared at him, heat rising in my chest. “You’re impossible,” I muttered under my breath. “Did you say something?” he asked, the faintest trace of amusement in his voice. “No!” I snapped. “Except for the question I asked that you’ve conveniently ignored.” His expression shifted slightly, the humor fading. “I’m Nergal Vorgath, second son of Vorgath. And Merida... she’s a witch we’ve been hunting for centuries.”

Another elder asked. "No, the demon towers are properly sealed, and I have upon there many of our strongest guards to keep her intact," King Mirthon explained, worry lines creasing his forehead. Duncan took in a sharp breath, pondering on everything they had said and linking it to the shirt he saw earlier this morning. He adjusted his chair. "What are the bodies like?" Duncan asked, staring at Egor. "Pale," Egor began. "They have bite marks on their necks, and they also look like they saw horror in person before dying." Egor demonstrated, and goosebumps devoured the entirety of Duncan's arms.

“This is a mistake.” Six figures emerged from the SUV. They were not human. They were lesser demons — I recognized the silhouettes. One Reaver, two Drasks, one Shade, and two creatures that looked like Gargoyles, with leather wings and red eyes. All armed. All with the posture of those who had come to fight. “Mortyss.” The Reaver growled, the apparent leader. A stocky creature, with gray skin and fangs that reached its chin. “We heard you bonded yourself to a Lilim.”

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

I hugged my parents, and then I opened the portal with Rosa’s instructions. On the way to the demon realm, Jaxon and Rosa informed me of what had happened. “Rosa and Paviar used spells to resist Dagon’s black magic, and Max used the chance to bite through his heart. But that Dagon was a fake one. He used a double, and his real body must be hiding somewhere in the demon realm,” Jaxon said.

Nyx let go of Gustav, and he dropped to the floor with a hefty thud beside me. Dymian was every bit the living nightmare, his body a mix of ancient yet ageless, screaming malice and danger. His pearly white hair was short, with curls that had a metallic sheen. Around his neck, a gleaming medallion chimed. His mouth twisted into a wretched, cruel smirk when his vile garnet-red eyes caught mine. They unnerved me in a way that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Then he spoke in an ancient accent, “Red wolf, the tenth iteration. Decimus.”