Supernatural Belphegor Novels & Stories

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

It halted when the rider spotted her. The guy removed his helmet and it was Kalli. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Kalli!” “I felt it." “It’s happening again.” She took a look around. “I was sucked here. And I thought I’ll be alone. And the guys with melted faces were after me. Someone appeared who frightened them away.” Kalli placed his hand on her shoulder to calm her. “I’m here too.” Aiko realized what he said and nodded. “You’re sucked in too. What’s happening to us?”

Nat called as she came up behind him. "If we can't retrieve Win soul, then we can at least destroy this thing! He's probably using Win to feed whatever creature is in there!" The other man moved forward, his blade coming out intent on striking. Adom sighed as he revealed himself, stepping in front of the blade and catching it with his bare hand. Sam eyes were wide and his mouth open in surprise to see the warlock there. These sorts of blessed weapons easily killed demons and vampires, but devil—especially ones as old and powerful as Adom. . . well they were little more than toys.

“Hey Kitty, what’s going on that got everyone going crazy?” “You didn’t hear? The owner Legion Baphomet is going to be here tonight with his close friend Leviathan Demogorgon the CEO of Demogorgon Corporation. Dani needs to pick two girls that will be working in the club to take care of them both, and of course he’ll pick me to be one to take care of them.” “What makes you think he’ll chose you over me?” “Well Duchess, I am one of Dani’s favorite girl here and of course Cherry as well.”

When the puppet’s eyes fall toward Belle, he showed her a kind smile, almost startling her as he appeared soulless at first. “You can call him anything you want,” Agares stated, noticing their eyes had met. “You don’t have a name for him?” Belle questioned. “Naming it will make me attached and this is not my intention,” Agares answered. “Some humans who worshipped me called him as Gabriel most of the time.” “Gabriel?” That was an angelic name, thought Belle to herself. “Messenger of the good news,” Leon filled her in, “They think the puppet will bring them the news they want to hear. Why would you want to come to Hell, anyway?” Leon then questioned Agares who had pushed himself off the table

“Agata awakened that ability of mine to its full potential. One touch, and I can feel anyone’s darkness, Elijah, even if they use magic to conceal their true intentions. One touch, and I can take down any barrier or cloak they have on, just like what your half-brother used all these years. The real Andrew Grayson died when the prophet from Lira saw me in her vision.” “Meca,” I whispered; the name left a bitter taste on my tongue. Meca was Agata’s friend. She was like a sister to her, but she fell in love with Greco and his darkness. Greco must’ve turned her into a vampire, allowing her to serve him for eternity. “Yes. They are one step ahead of Agata and us… She told me I am the only one who

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

“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.”

I couldn't find the words to say, he's a little weird, I continued, "Can I buy from you one of those sweets?" "Will you sell me your soul?" "Uh... no? What are you asking?" He smiled quite eerie while handing me a number on a tissue, "I can grant you anything. Call me. I'm Belphegor II." I joked, "What are you, a genie?" "A demon." I flinched as like the earlier guy, he disappeared. Did I hear that right...? Demons? Were they demons? What were they saying granting me anything. I looked back at the cake and saw how they were rotting already.

Gabriel states before Jackson could tell us what Sasha said. "It was a woman who attacked her, she said the woman was wearing your bar's uniform." No fucking way I think to myself, what are the bloody odds? I mean, surely there are more female barkeeps? "Lydia? No bloody way, I checked her out myself mate that gal is sweet as pie." Jackson seems to tense up a bit, "Actually, her aura says she is supernatural, myself, Scarlette just couldn't figure out what kind of supernatural she is and my other half is choosing to stay out of the investigation, she says her detective days are over." I mutter in the hopes it would calm Jackson down. "Can you now tell me the name of this higher demon so that