Sarvente Demon Novels & Stories

I yell, hearing the quartz finally shatter and hundreds of demons are now see beginning to charge towards us! Five seconds, Five Seconds, FIVESECONDS!! All types and shapes, colors, and beings frighteningly gained their way to the middle of the bridge. Yielding swords, axes, bows, snapping jaws and even some two horned goat looking guy! This was my first time ever seeing demons since Bahm had started allowing me in. IT WAS A HORROR!!! I was frozen in fear. Bahm suddenly throws me to the farthest end away from him and stands in front of my body, trying to perform a spell.

"But remember, the Demon werewolf is not to be trifled with. If you ever feel like you are in danger, you must come to me immediately." "Thank you," I said. "I won't forget your words of caution." The Lycan sorcerer nodded, his eyes fixed on me. "Remember, the Demon werewolf is a formidable opponent," he said. "But with the talisman, you stand a fighting chance." After thanking the Lycan sorcerer, my stepfather and I made our way back through the dense woods towards our home. The path was treacherous, and we had to navigate through thickets and fallen logs to make our way forward.

He had just had to ask. Ruben’s gaze became confused again. “What about it?” “I know you’ve never had much to do with demons before, so you probably don’t know, but she doesn’t have the usual scent of a demon.” Ruben shook his head. “In what way?” “Demons can usually be recognised by their smoky scent, although some can mask it naturally, but Katarina has…” He didn’t know how to describe it. “…something else…it’s very alluring to vampires it seems…” He informed coyly.

The door had barely hit the ground before El-Kharis stormed in, his presence a terrifying mix of raw power and unyielding fury. The air seemed to crackle with energy as he stepped into the room, his electrifying blue eyes locked onto the scene before him. Levy, Leon, and Rowland followed closely behind, their expressions grim and determined. For a split second, the vampires froze, their predatory confidence wavering in the face of such a formidable opponent. But then Vincent's brother sneered, stepping forward as if to challenge the Demon God himself.

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

Was Chase's spirit choice a bit too disrespectful? This kid was being way too arrogant. Paul was done holding back! Purple smoke began rising behind him as his spirit gradually materialized. The creature that emerged was terrifying. Standing nearly 30 feet tall with entirely purple skin, its muscular body looked like tree bark shot through with glowing purple veins. Long arms ended in razor-sharp claws, and its purple-red eyes could strike fear into anyone. This was Purple Specter, a demon from the void beyond the nine heavens. Paul could summon this particular demon because of his one-sixteenth demon race heritage.

The explosion was so big that it burned several undead troops. "What?! You bastard!" The undead general looked annoyed. Some of his troops immediately scattered and avoided the burst of red fire. Not long after, Arya Santanu stopped his shooting. His right hand had turned into a demon hand. Hot air in the form of thin smoke billowed from his demon hand. The undead general recognized the demonic energy coming from Arya Santanu's hand. He approached the young man and left Dewi Sari Kencana who parried his attack.

Beside him materialized an enigmatic creature, an entity whose form was predominantly an hour-glass-shaped shadow but intermittently glinted with a disquieting crimson—a woman’s hair, seemingly suspended and swaying in the air. This spectral presence reclined against Victor’s shoulder, her slender fingers delicately exploring the contours of his form with an unsettling intimacy. Finally, the demon to whom he was irrevocably bound emerged—a malevolent entity capable of infiltrating a seer's visions—the succubus Saoirse which only exists in the shadows.

*** Valor stood in a rotten wooden house, in his hands were yellowed sheets of paper with strange and monstrous drawings. Standing beside Valor was a man dressed in black, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice “They are called Demon.S, a demon slaying organization that has been expanding rapidly in recent years. The reason they were able to grow like that was that they had a special medicine in their hands. With that potion, controlling or killing a vampire is too simple.” “Even vampires of royal blood?” Valor asked “That, I don't know ... It's been a long time since a descendant of the royal family appeared."

"What kind of power is that that can summon stray souls from the abyss of death? Is that woman a vampire, or a demon?! Why did you bring her into the kingdom?! Guards! Kill these two bastards!" "Enough!" interrupted Saveroth whose voice echoed through the room. Leonte stared at Saveroth with disdain for a moment before returning to his seat quietly. Now, Saveroth set his sights on Damien. In contrast to the gazes the nobles gave, what he showed was an expression full of anticipation. To be precise, both of his eyeballs were instead filled with an extremely intense desire. "Is Ginnerva really obedient to you?" "Of course," Damien answered without hesitation.