Soul Of A Demon Novels & Stories

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.

He some how lost more coloring in is face at my calm words “Ground Spears!” I shouted angrily punching up into the air. The soldiers that surrounded us were now high up on the points of the spears with blood gushing and dripping down the jagged rocks, more groans and moans of pain filling the air which was tainted with the scent of blood. “Soul Snatch!” I ripped the wispy soul out of the body, and he looked terrified. “Soul’s Doom!” Just like before, a white demon charged right at him and shredded his soul to many little pieces. The spears disappeared a moment later, and I was encircled by bodies.

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.”

“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!”

" I want to help chase those demons that keep haunting your dreams and I promise you if it was someone that hurt you, I'll find them and make them pay." " And lastly, I want you to tell me what those nightmares are really about and if not me, anyone would do okay?" He said looking vulnerable and she knew it took a lot for him to come out and say that to her. She knew she couldn't fight what she was feeling anymore, not after what he'd said. If he wanted to see her demons, then she would let him. She would let him see who she really was. She would let him know she wasn't better than those demons he mentioned and if he stayed after that, then so be it.

***HoGuo Temple*** Even from a distance, the entrance of HoGuo Temple was visible in all it’s glory. It was not grand in terms of luxury but more of splendour in terms of heritage it represents over the centuries. Legend has it that this temple was once a home to the gods which lived on Earth during their trials and the descendants of those gods would come to this temple to pay homage to their ancestors. This temple is also said to have artifacts locked away which used to belong to those very gods and goddesses of old. However those artifacts are not open to the public eye and the monks that reside in the temple have never revealed any of it’s secrets. Many have tried to break into the templ

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.