Stolas Demon Novelas e Histórias

Stormy leapt at our side, taking us from the literal line of fire. My super wolf jumped to stand on their paws and Stormy rushed to finish the demon off. He ducked a fire ball for a matter of inches, but before the demon could attack again, Stormy bit his head off and the stench of blood and sulphur charged the air. “You and your Goddess won’t succeed!” Elijah screamed, his dark smoke rising higher, almost smothering all the light. What the hell did this demon-wolf have against me? Dora could at least tell me what the hell was happening once and well, — if — we survived this fight.

In a few minutes, her breathing evened, and her body became limp against mine. For a week now, I’ve been looking for any text on waking demons from their stasis. The only ones I’d found were about waking vampires up, which brought me to the conclusion that demons have never been woken from their stasis. If they had, only a few could do it. Some demons of over ten thousand years voluntarily went into stasis. That was why there were a few of them in the demon realm, and those that didn’t want to go into stasis kept to themselves.

Miaka’s P.O.V “W-what?” I hated that my voice broke, but my mind wasn’t in the right place at the moment. “Hades and Suzaku might both be Gods, but they are polar opposites of each other.” Kaleb explained. “Hades is the God of demons and Suzaku the Beast God of fire. So if you were made from their essence…that should make you half-demon…half-angel.” “That’s nonsense!” I said defensively. “I’m a full demon.”

She took a deep breath and began to speak. "Grace, I have to tell you something," Olivia started. "Something that I've been keeping from you for a while now. And I'm afraid it's not going to be easy to believe." Grace looked up at her friend, noticing the worry etched on her face. "What is it, Liv?" she asked, her voice soft and concerned. Olivia took another deep breath and plunged ahead. "I... I summoned a demon, Grace. His name is Azazel, and he appeared in my room a few days ago."

I stroked her long silky hair and couldn't help but place a kiss on the top of her head. "I wish you weren't that bastard's daughter, but the truth is…" I smiled bitterly. Maybe it was because I did too many wrong things that the moon goddess deliberately punished me. The Stella I met again was nothing like the Stella in everyone's description. Rumors about her are nasty; they all have one thing in common. 'Stella' is a demon, an arrogant and overbearing person. I was sure I would never fall in love with such a despicable person. But when I met Stella, everything was like a joke.

MEANWHILE BACK AT THE CHURCH HAROLD : Heavenly art : lightening spear Harold forms a lightening spear in his right hand and hurls it at a gathered group of demons, the attack decimates the demon group is was hurled at with it also causing a massive crater at the point of impact, more demons gather around Harold and attack him simultaneously HAROLD : Shit… Heavenly art : Aegis

even in her fear for me, my pup is more loyal than any being I know. Holding Ashton like this should mean nothing and be incapable of inflicting him with pain. But it’s Zorien holding him this tightly, relishing in the snaps and crushes I’m purging out of him. Mid-tier Demons have their blood in orange, like the glow of their eyes when they use their powers. I mute his chokes and desperate attempts to bring my hand free and irritatedly toss him over to Ciel. “I must be a joke to you both, it seems. You should be indebted to my pup, for it’s only because of her kind heart I’m not ending your miserable lives right now. Get back to your posts at once”.

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.

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

I yelp, pushing away from him as pain lances through me, the stinging sensation followed by a powerful burn, bright scarlet blood immediately flowing from the wound. Oliver looks triumphant. "See? Pure red blood." "You cut her?" Kastriv tenses, looking so stunned with shocked, watching the blood dribble down my wrists, my fingers and to the floor, where a small puddle is gathering. My quivering knees give out from under me, as I try to supress the waves of naseua that roll over me. "I have proven she is not a Demon," Oliver announces. Kastriv kneels down to my level. "You have proven nothing. That is an old tale that has been disproven numerous times. In fact, it was created by Demon's thems