Romans & histoires Soul Of A Demon

I did what I was told, not knowing what it was going to pull. As I stared into the eyes of the demon, its pupils glowed red and reflected something into my eyes and mind and right after it felt like I was being hypnotized. It went on for a few seconds, then the demon pulled back and sighed, “You won’t remember what happened today. Take the baby and leave the cabin,” It wasn’t done talking before my body began to move on its own, “The soul I infused in the baby is my softer side, it’ll grow up like a normal person with no previous memories, so no one will suspect anything.” I grabbed the baby, “Once the baby dies, the soul will come back to me.”

Xander says, while laughing. "Did you know that a demon can only possess a live host. If the host is dead, then the demon can no longer possess them." I remain silent, allowing Xander to talk his heart out. He seems set on telling me everything that happened. However, I don't care. The only thing filling my mind is the look in Darius' eyes as the life drained from his body. Nothing else seems to matter. Especially not the rant of the mad man in front of me. There's only one thing that I desire. The soul of the man in front of me. Every fibre in my being is telling me to kill him. To end his worthless life with the palm of my hand.

Jordyn's eyes were filled with remorse. “Another question: yesterday I shook this guy's hand, and instantly a red design appeared on his neck. What does that mean?” Glancing down at my teacup. She gave me these big googly eyes and said, “It's called a love flame. It is similar to the mate bond. He's soul-bound to you. He can see, hear, and feel what you are doing. If you allowed him to. Did he notice you were his mate?” She smiled at me.

seem to already know who I am?” Valak mockingly sneered in my face, “Who doesn’t? The chosen one.” The moon shone, observing us in the darkness. “Good. I hear you smuggle souls in and out of the underworld. I need you to get someone out for me.” He said, “I can’t help you.” I stab him in the throat, forcing him to bleed, and threaten, “You can’t or you won’t?” “I can’t. He specifically told me that you will come to me asking to bring out a soul and he warned me not to help you.” Diego questioned, observing the demon with icy eyes, “Who is he?” “The prince of hell, Memphis. He doesn’t want me to help.” says Valak. I threatened to murder you if you didn’t follow my instructions, and the demon

El-Kharis grunted, clenching his teeth. "But this has never happened before in the history of demons. It must have something to do with the fact that she was human," Azazel, the only female present, spoke with a rigid and cold tone. She was the strongest demoness in the land, trained by the Demon God of Fire and the Queen Mother herself. "She was never truly human. She is an orb—a human orb. She is different from the others. Her heart was pure, but now it is tainted with my blood flowing through her veins," El-Kharis explained, tired of defending his mate.

When it spoke, its voice was layered — thousands of tones speaking in perfect unison. “Why do you descend?” The reapers froze. The sound wasn’t heard so much as felt, vibrating through bone and thought alike. Veyra stepped forward, keeping her tone steady. “We seek the ones who stirred you.” “The Soulbound.” “Yes,” she said cautiously. “You know them.” The figure tilted its head. “Know? I remember them.” The walls trembled, and golden veins flared brighter. Soreth’s grip on his weapon tightened. “Where are they?” Veyra demanded.

"Soul-eating demons!" Without hesitation, one of the demons unleashed a soul attack toward Long Chen, who was currently releasing the pressure of a heavenly emperor. "Soul power? Awesome! I can do that too. The dragon soul devours death!" Long Chen looked unhesitating as he unleashed his soul power to counter the demon's soul power. Cracckkkk... "Argh!" The demon fell to his knees and coughed up a mouthful of blood. His eyes stared at Long Chen as if he didn't expect the man in front of him to also use soul power to fight back.

That isn’t strange- it’s pure madness. Demons, being extremely strong supernatural beings, do not fall prey to mortal diseases like cancer. Their wounds are never infected, because they heal too fast to leave festering sores, and their immune system, or whatever demonic equivalent they have, is too powerful for the likes of sepsis or inflammation, not unless the injury is to their True Soul. However, they are not immune to afflictions of the mind and soul. So it is possible for a demon to succumb to madness, depression, schizophrenia and other curses, which may inadvertently affect them physically.

Princess of Blood Thorn smiled and took out a Divine Demon's soul. This Saint Demon was a little nervous. He was the one who had just called Princess of Blood Thorn trash. "What did you just say about me?" Princess of Blood Thorn asked slowly. "Ah, I said you are... ah!" Before the Divine Devil could finish his words, he was roasted by a red flame, which kept steaming. His Divine Soul was surging, and he was extremely unstable. He was about to explode! Just as he was about to explode, Princess of Blood Thorn raised her hand and put his Divine Soul into her mouth.

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”