Stolas Demon Novels & Stories

Partheos howled as the limb exploded. “So you’re the one…” Partheos snarled. “The Smiter… a boy?” Scott gritted his teeth. “Yeah—and I’m the one who’s sending your ugly ass back to Hell!” Partheos launched again in a tidal wave of sand. Scott raised the sword, forming a shield of holy flame. The demon’s blast hit it—and turned to glass on impact. A beam of white light surged outward, consuming Partheos. He froze mid-roar, transformed into a glass statue.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Before anyone could react, the demons' eyes locked onto Esteria, their concern deepening. Without hesitation, El-Kharis stepped in front of her, pulling her protectively behind him. His eyes narrowed, and his tone was sharp as he demanded, "What brings you here?" The lead water demon, a figure with shimmering, almost translucent skin and eyes that looked like whirlpools, bowed respectfully before speaking. "My Lord, the Water Council has summoned you... and your mate," he said, his gaze flickering briefly to Esteria. The way he said "mate" made Esteria's cheeks flush, though she tried to hide it behind El-Kharis's broad frame.

A moment later he returned, turning corporal once more and carrying her bags. "How did you do that?" He raised a brow, as if it were obvious. "I'm a spectral demon." "That is so cool. So you're like a ghost or something?" "Most humans who think they've seen a ghost are actually witnessing a spectral demon." Her curiosity racing she asked jokingly, "Can you go all Jedi and move things with your mind?" He cocked his head, as if he were about to give a lecture to a group of children. "Yes, when I go fully demonic I have telekinetic abilities. And I can't be harmed or killed. It makes my kind invaluable, especially on the battlefield."

he roared. Silas limped forward, his palms glowing faintly as he began to chant. “I can weaken its binding, but I need time!” “Do it!” Rio barked, claws flashing. “We’ll hold it off!” The demon shrieked and thrashed, its molten blood splattering rebels and burning through their skin. One unlucky vampire screamed as he dissolved under the acidic ichor. Another lost an arm in a single swipe of its massive claws. “Stay back!” Claude commanded his team, his deep Cajun accent sharp as steel. “Only the Valentines close in—this thing eats numbers alive.”

My hybrid nature rejects it violently, and the demon screams as it's expelled from its vessel. The body goes limp. I push it aside and stumble back to the defensive line. "Five minutes!" Elara's voice is triumphant despite the strain. "I'm breaking through his defenses!" Malphas finally reacts. His massive form moves for the first time, heading straight for Elara. "Enough of this. I'll kill her myself." "Like hell you will." Stark throws himself at the demon lord, his blade flashing. It's a suicide move. Malphas is too strong, too ancient. But it buys seconds.

The Demon, who had been hovering menacingly behind Xavier, slumped to the ground, a defeated foe. Falkor offered an exceptional handgun, its design hinting at occult craftsmanship, with an air of steadfast command. "Forged by divine methods to slay these demonic beasts," he stated, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "Let us cast them down into the depths of hell, where they belong." Falkor's eyes were filled with wrath as he launched a merciless volley of shots at the advancing Demons. Each shot held a potent blend of satisfaction and insatiable need, reflecting the intense desire to demolish the Demon's Army.

*** Valor stood in a rotten wooden house, in his hands were yellowed sheets of paper with strange and monstrous drawings. Standing beside Valor was a man dressed in black, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice “They are called Demon.S, a demon slaying organization that has been expanding rapidly in recent years. The reason they were able to grow like that was that they had a special medicine in their hands. With that potion, controlling or killing a vampire is too simple.” “Even vampires of royal blood?” Valor asked “That, I don't know ... It's been a long time since a descendant of the royal family appeared."

Bellowed the Black Buffalo Demon Saint angrily. "Bah! You Demon Clan feed on the flesh and blood of the Human Clan and killed wantonly. Today, your army came and said that you would kill everyone in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Now you are saying that I have killed too many people? Shame on you!" Ding Hao retorted without showing mercy. "We shall die together. You demon. I'm going to kill you!" The Giant Toad Demon Saint was enraged. When he was shouting, his huge body bulged like a hill. His white belly was like a giant drum, and his forelimbs were pounding his belly. Suddenly, a kind of soul-stirring demonic sound came out and surged in the sky.