Soul Of A Demon Novels & Stories

, Daniel said his each words were like a molten lava and his eyes were red "I'll never accept You", Soul said and tried to run away from him. "I'll fuck this sweet little mouth of yours", Demon growled loudly. He rubbed her lower lips with his thumbs and with his other hands were on arms, gripping tightly enough to left marks . "Let me go", Soul screamed and started pushing him away from her body. She Cried and hot tears were streaming down from her eyes "Never" , Demon said and claimed her mouth furiously and wildly thrust his tongue in her mouth. He tasted her tears, blood and saliva at the same moment.

I said causing his eyebrows to raise. "First you didn't even change your name dude" I said causing him to chuckle "the demon Dáinn is known to be a bringer of death and collect the souls of the damned, kinda like the grim reaper but worse to be honest" I said letting out a small laugh myself as he smiles at me. "If it wasn't the name that gave you away it would have been your aura" I stated "you hold yourself to a higher standard and try to push power and superiority on those around you as a form of dominance and control" I stated.

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

“I thought I did, too, but who knows now. It could have been the demon we summoned for all we know.” “Which demon?” “Ammit,” he spat. “Eater of souls.” I had spent a fair amount of time studying up on demonology, and for the life of me, I could not think of why they would want to summon her. Demons could not lie, though. Only twist their words in such a way that the truth became miserably ambiguous. That being said, I was inclined to think it was the demon that had sought me out, not one of our friends. The comments the woman made about the weight of my soul tracked if it was Ammit. But, she called my soul light. Why would she come after my soul if it was light? She could only consume heavy

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

"I need to ask you some questions." The demon's smile widened, showing more of those needle-sharp teeth. "Speak it, Your Highness." I took a deep breath, centering myself. This was it. The moment that would determine everything that came next. "You know most souls. Is Rae Vale, daughter of Alpha Magnus Vale, a newborn soul or a returned soul?" The demon's black eyes glittered with something that might have been amusement. He tilted his head, considering the question with the careful attention of a creature who dealt in absolutes.

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

I am afraid of my demons wanting to sling her on my shoulders and take her back to the penthouse and show her how much I missed her but the small and sane part of me hissed at me to keep my ugly parts and demons away from her and the beautiful moments we are breathing in. Fay Moore is the only one who encourages that sane part of me to grow big and pushes away the demons lurking in front.

Instead they tried their best to blend in with the human population and when needed, they would get close to them to find out more about them and then use it as an opportunity to make deals. Most of them make deals for their soul, seeing as soul energy is the most fulfilling substance for demons. The brighter the soul, the tastier the substance – it is essentially nutritious food for them. That’s not to say that demons cannot survive without soul energy, they can live forever without any food, water or energy. However, their powers become limited and then they have to recharge in the presence of a high energy field. If they cannot find an energy field then their only option is to hibernate f