Soul Of A Demon Novels & Stories

Relief washed through me as I shook my head. "No. What we believe about demons are wrong. They are called Daemons and they do not have the power to take souls," I explained. "They need a spell from a Sorceress to do that. But a Sorceress needs the amplifying power of a Daemon to take souls on such a mass scale. So, they used this symbiotic relationship to bring on this huge curse. Disguised as a sickness, it caused people to turn into a zombie like creature. Once that was done, they twisted the hunger into a soul feeding machine. Now they won't stop until all the souls are gone." I turned to Cynthia feeling the pain that she must be feeling knowing what had happened to her children.

He was the guardian of the Gate of Purgatory before Bellious took over. “Three months.” He says placing his hand on her belly. I smile at them both. Sofia is to be the next Moon Goddess, but she still isn’t ready. “How about you, Dahlia? How long do you have left?” I ask her when Malachi sits next to her. These two didn’t have the best start. But that is a different story.

The Demon's Soul was sinister and ruthless, capable of controlling all demons and destroying everything. The Twin Magical Weapons had a unique trait: if held by someone upright and pure-hearted, the Immortal's Soul would dominate, suppressing the Demon's Soul and unleashing the sacred power to purify all things and protect the world. But if it fell into the hands of someone with evil intentions and great ambition, the Demon's Soul would seize the opportunity to rise, devouring the Immortal's Soul and erupting with terrifying power to destroy everything and slaughter all around.

They forced me to kneel, to bow my head, refusing to let me go until I complied. Bella’s once youthful and innocent face twisted into something demonic. I heard her ask, her voice soft but cruel, “So tell me, are you my dog, little bitch?” The pain made me dizzy, and my instinct to survive buried my dignity. I nodded frantically, desperate to avoid further torment. “Yes… yes…” Her voice dropped lower as if savoring her power over me. “Well then, my good dog, little bitch, why don’t you bark for me?” I hesitated for a moment, but then another girl kicked me from behind, forcing a cry from my lips.

“I have questions that need to be answered in order for me to better decide your fate. I see into your very essence and lies will not be uttered.” “You've pushed your soul to the breaking limits. An enormous weight was placed on your shoulders and though you did rise to the occasion, you've made many mistakes. Countless souls have been released and allowed to pass on to help re-birth the natural cycle of energy and life. Yet, your soul cries out in agony- Not for dying young but for being robbed of the experiences you will not be able to have. A curious reaction, but I must ask- Are you afraid of becoming a demon? A violet-eyed demon, the cruelest to ever make the Forest your home. Trapped i

Her mother became dependent on her for so long that she went into depression because she felt useless, no matter how much she tried to be independent, she lost any chance as she got older. There was a war on an Asian European continent, she was being requested by some demons in search of some suffering and extensive conflict, when she was called in as a risk consultant for the demonic soul stock sector. When she was for a long time deciding to sell the souls of innocents from the conflict of the war that lasted until March 14, 2022, she saw that involving the demons, looking to fuck everyone in the face, was always welcome, she managed to buy an apartment a month, that was his money's worth.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

Like a true monster in the closet. Though, let me explain this to you first. Down in hell, a demon is a creature that possesses no face, no noticeable feet or hands; it is a thing that hovers like an ominous black cloud over your shoulder. But, you put a demon on earth, well, there will be no way that you could see the difference. He shall, however, need to fill his craving for flesh. Why father made them that way, I always thought he was having a wicked bad day. As for the soul part, well, that is their main part. They are created to take and leave nothing. So, finding him, for me, will not be impossible, for I will know what deaths I shall be looking out for. Therefore I am counting on hav

“How is that possible?” “Demons are inky things, they have ruined soul. So, they are always on the lookout for souls to keep themselves alive. Demons crave whole souls, you know. That's the first indication you're dealing with one. He'd check your purity like a horse's teeth.” “How…?” Andrea began, but she stopped herself at the sight of her smile. “Never mind, if Dorcas is a demon, don't you think the council would know? Or detect his scent or something?"

“Do you want the blood of eight people, fresh and warm?” Ak-kvir considered my words for a moment. “Yes.” “Get me to them, and I’ll grant you their bodies and their blood.” “What about their souls?” “I can always summon another,” I hinted. The demon growled, clearly unhappy. “I will get you there, all r-r-right. Bodies and blood are mine?” “Yes. A necromancer’s word.” “Climb up.” I laughed at his inanity. “Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!”