Sarvente Demon Novels & Stories

They had the lowest power which made them vulnerable to vampires and also their fellow demons too. This was where the weird-looking creature that was watching Clarence fight with a fellow demon came from. "Are you sure of what you saw Venda?" A demon that had the horns like an antelope questioned her. "I know what I saw Zyul. She's alive and some demons are already going after her" "Sure they will and I think it's time we make our move," Zyul said as others listened to the conversation between him and Venda. "But I noticed something," Venda said looking thoughtful.

I’ll make this quick or fuck knows what I will return to. I hop into my car and hit the road, transforming into my alter ego, Xavier Vorden, as soon as I reach the wilderness. As a demon, I possess the unique ability to assume various identities. I adopted the persona of Xavier to portray myself as a hedge-fund investor, but in truth, I am hired by people to inflict pain and eliminate those who have done them wrong. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement - they keep their hands clean, and I get to indulge my demonic nature while getting paid. It’s a win-win situation.

Ripping her eyes from the portrait, Sara kept on running until she made it to the main stairs that led to the dining room where her sister and brother were supposed to be, but the whole place was on fire, dark smoke made it impossible for the human eye to see, but Sara was no human and therefore managed to see the dead bodies, partially burned with their necks bleeding, and a demon drinking the blood of a half dead young maid. Not wasting her time, Sara launched at the demon with her full speed, replicating her earlier attack, but instead of letting her emotions take control of her like what happened with Eren, she kept her cool and focused her energy on the tips of her fingers, in one swift

"What option do we have? We've been working together so it's expected that we put our heads together." "I hope it remains that way." "Not for long," Damien said and took a seat before her. "Have you read the letter?" Athena nodded. She wasn't going to tell him the full details. "I did. The Lycan Confederate ran inconclusive tests so a sorcerer was employed to know what exactly we're up against. The cave of desolation was open and these demons killed some people and possessed their bodies. They're going to cause more havoc if they're not returned back."

Melanie finished and removed her blindfold. "Denver, where did you get this slut from? She's a really attractive one." a demon shouted. Another demon climbed up the stage and went directly to Melanie and squeezed he breasts which made her scream in fear. That was the final straw for me.

Hendrix replied. "The demon in me is your lord, Hendrix?" Alex asked, puzzled. "Yes, he is. Haven't you wondered why I am the only one who can make you return to your normal state whenever it feels like you're about to erupt?" Hendrix eyed Alex and continued, "I'm the demon's keeper. Its protector. Your people have harmed my demon, and that is why I would ruin them."

A black SUV pulls up, dust billowing around it as it comes to a stop. The door opens, and sure enough, but it’s Dante, his expression grim as he steps out. He’s followed by Axton for some reason. Of course, I fucking forgot Dante is based here. Fuck, that demon did a number on me. “Ah, I think I might like the calvary,” I greet him, my voice a low growl. “Took you long enough, asshole.”

“That’s how wrong I was in the head that night. That’s the power these entities can exert on their host. They aren’t true spawns from hell, but they might as well be, because they do the Devil’s work. That’s why they’re considered demons. They were protecting themselves and their food source, like animals do. But in the process, they could’ve pushed me to condemn my soul. Because they don’t know about right and wrong and they couldn’t care less. So they cloud your mind until you stop caring too. And feast on it, right like devils do, pushing you down, closer to hell, one step at a time.” The footage showed him readying the camera to film our arrival, as his voice-over said, “And there I was,

Or what was left of it. It wasn’t like the others. The previous five had been torn apart, shredded. Brutal, animal violence. This was different. The corpse had been burned from the inside out. Bones visible through blackened flesh, twisted at impossible angles. The sand around it had been vitrified, turned to glass by heat no normal fire could produce. And the smell of sulfur here was so dense my eyes watered. “This wasn’t a minor demon,” Damián said beside me, voice tight. “This is the work of something far stronger. A high-ranking demon. Maybe higher. I haven’t seen anything like this since—”

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w