Supernatural Demons Names Novels & Stories

Justin’s POV I burst out laughing. “You three play one hell of a prank. A demon? Yeah, right.” “I wish we were joking,” Randy said. “Selina Crow left us the information and fled. She’s one of a handful of witches and wizards left, and they’re only alive because they hid from the Huntsman. But we looked up the Huntsman’s middle name and found Orias on the list of Solomon’s demons. Orias is thousands of years old. And like most demons, he has a gift of making trouble when he visits Earth.”

"Yes, you can say that. There's a term for those types of demons: incubus and succubus. If they can use magic then you're up against a tough foe. But if you have your mate then you won't be attracted like... a moth to light." "Ooh..." I nodded happily. "I hope I never run into one of those! But I have my mate already! Ebony is going to be my Luna." I said firmly making Dad laugh and me puff out my cheeks. "I hope you never do either, pup." Dad ruffled my hair and smiled. "If you ever have any other questions, never hesitate to ask." "Ok!" I said and stood up before blinking. "Oh! What do they look like? The bad magic demons!" How else could I know what to look for?

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

Although he had succumbed to this darkness a number of times, he still didn’t know what it was. “I cannot tell you kid. If I do it would get stronger.” Cronos smiled sadly and said. Although it seemed that he didn’t reveal anything, he actually did. Hearing his words, Mane’s eyes flashed coldly. There were only a few beings that were affected by others hearing their true name: Demons and World Destroyers. Demons were weakened by having their true names revealed while World Destroyers grew stronger by having others propagate their names. The two races thrived on fear and chaos. Hearing Cronos’s words, Mane felt that it was more likely that this thing was a World Destroyer.

A Succubus with the usual attributes—voluptuous body, killer curves, and boobs so big they’d suffocate a lesser demon. "Lord Paimon," she greeted, bowing respectfully. "How’s My Lord?" I asked, trying to sound composed. "On his throne," she replied. Then her eyes widened. "Lord Satan will arrive any minute. If you have a business, you better handle it now." My jaw clenched. Of all the fucking times to visit. Lord Satan—the Bringer of Doom, the Bitch of the Blazing Wasteland—was someone even I avoided. Demon Lords ruled the central dominion of Hell, unlike us Kings who were stuck managing the Nine Circles and our contractors. And Lord Satan? She was the worst.

“Supernatural beings who breathe fire” I raise a brow. “You’re joking”. He laughed. “I am. We feed on blood and relish in other people’s death. Plus, we’re the only supernaturals who can kill other supernaturals without much work. We can also control the element of fire. You know, because we’re demons from hell”. “The way you keep saying we, I’m guessing you’re a hellhound”. He smiled. “Yes”. “Is that all there is to hellhounds?”, I ask him.

Elroy felt his neck, bothered by Lukas words. "Rank three are called summoners, they are selfish people as I put it, who offer their blood as sacrifice to the spirits of ancient sorceresses or forces of untold realms, in exchange for dark magic, thinking power is everything.” “Don’t let them scare you though, they are not as tough as forces or ancient spirits,” Mira guaranteed. “That's not even reassuring,” Elroy spoke worriedly. "They are even in the rank three realm." “Rank two demons are called Behamolts, they come as children at first then transform into a mighty beast, body of a bull standing on two legs, head of a ram, teeth of a wolf and claws of a bear.”

The thrill to try it earlier engulfed her, she looked around, no one was with her, Meena was asleep in little the room next to hers. She lit a lamp and sat on the table to read the book. Opening it, she found out there were so many things people could summon; witches, demons, angels, fairies...she searched for the guardians, it was hard to see because the book was very old. Guardians of the light as it was called, beings who protect the interests and happiness of their masters who called them.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

Chris didn't budge, "Like I said, I don't care. I have to find the people behind my parents' death. They will pay. They will pay for everything." Chris flinched as he suddenly felt intense pain on his left wrist. He checked his wrist and an image started to etch on his skin. It felt like his skin is being seared, it continued for over a minute but Chris bore the pain. The pain stopped as soon as the image is completed. Image of a crown. "The contract has been completed." The demon gladly announced. Chris stared at the demon, "State your name demon." The demon laughed, completely delighted and amused with what is happening. “My name is Damien.”