Risen Demons Novels & Stories

They can't keep their hands off eachother. As his band gets recognition and everything starts to turn around for them, Faris finds himself caught in a controversy one that could ruin his career and his dream. The band faces backlashes and is on the edge of breaking and on the other hand everything turns upside down in his fairytale love story.

“You pathetic human shall die and spend the rest of enternity in anguish. You shall suffer the scorn of demons and I shall oversee your torment.” He said and suddenly he had so much strength that he raised him far above the ground as fire started out of no where and started burning Grimshaw but this was no ordinary fire as in a space of seconds, Grimshaw’s bones were thrown to the ground after his really horrifying scream. Caelum went over to her where she was being held. He looked at Sebastian who was crying as he rocked Mara’s body and then touched her forehead. A tear dropped from his eyes. He could not let her die as

Edward answered softly. Rasmus shrugged, “it’s the middle of the night. The demons may move around at nights but we are really the only creatures that can stay awake as long as we want.” “No,” Edward shook his head. “Not that quiet,” he took a step and listened, “do you hear that?” Rasmus frowned and listened, “no, there is nothing.” “Exactly,” Edward said. “It’s quiet, even if the demons are asleep, I should be able to hear their breathing.”

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

A shield of purple energy suddenly surrounded them and Riven watched as his spirit beast spewed out more flames and set the devil's legion and the demons still frozen on the field ablaze. Riven stared impassively as his spirit beast burned out every demon to dust, setting everything around them in a blaze of red flames. The flames gradually soared high into the sky, lighting up the already bloody red sky. He never knew the spirit beast had that kind of power within it. Yet he could understand how it happened. Layla had amplified the animal's power with hers and made it a scorching beacon of light. "Is it over now?",Riven asked as the red flames burned down everything it touched.

The walls Oya walked past were black and slimy, the walls rippled as though they were alive. Slime ran from the top of the walls to their bottom in big slimy gooey drops. The walls reeked of death and misery and aptly so for this was the abode of Neifler, the ruler of the underworld where ungodly and cursed souls came to rest. As she moved down the long passage that led to the center of his abode she prepared herself for the discomfort that awaited her behind the heavy black doors that were built into the walls with human bones. Oya forced herself to stay calm as she approached this door. She was the most powerful goddess, after all, the only one who could face Demeus in a battle with the po

The day of the ceremony arrived and Liam was stressed. With getting the supply back on track, the preparations for the ceremony, and the time of the Blood moon curse rapidly approaching, Liam was having a hard time keeping control of his inner beast. It simply wanted to rip, tear and demolish all the problems before it. Liam had to explain that not all problems could be solved with violence. It didn’t care. Calming the beast once more, he stepped out onto the prepared stage. Below him stood his pack. They were separated into sections. Most of the pack were set a ways back. The pubescent kids and their guardians in an enclosed area set aside.

And I wanted to become as awe-inspiring and menacing as he was. Meanwhile, the demon wrapped his wings around himself and all of a sudden, started shrinking. In a minute, the pangram contained a rather cute-looking noble. You'd never guess who he was if you didn't know! He had golden hair, blue eyes, and marble-white skin. He was so thin, you'd think he would break if you blew on him. Instead of a whip, he had a rose in his hand. The rose was the last straw. I had no words. Yet the demon finally spoke up, like wind roaring outside the windows of the old tower.

He is quiet, observant, sharp, and dangerous. He sighed, took a swig out of his beer, and bottomed it out. “So, a demon… hybrid…” he said, and Cadmus smirked, and I squinted my eyebrows. “What?” I was now so confused… “The leader of the revolution is a hybrid, a demon-vampire,” he said, “There aren't many of those…. Right?” I asked, and they nodded with a smile. We were getting close to unwinding this puzzle.

“I am their master, and they always obey me.” I knelt and pressed my palm to the rune-carved stone. My blood burned through the markings, and the ancient circle came alive. Crimson light flared beneath me. One by one, I spoke their names, words older than time itself. “Zarok… Fenris… Vyrax!” The ground trembled violently. A surge of heat exploded from the center, and the sky split open with thunder. The first to rise was Zarok, the Demon Beast, cloaked in fire and shadow. His body was made of molten armor, his eyes were like burning stars. He stretched his wings, shaking the air with a deep rumble.