Tales Of Demons Gods Novels & Stories

“You have met Blaise already. He is the king of dragons. Lucius is the vampire king. Augustus is the wizard king. And Caius is the demon king.” What?! They weren’t human. I mean, they looked too perfect to be just normal people and I thought they had good genes; hell everyone one I have met since this vacation was flawless. “Come again, Demon?! As in biblical ones.” Lina sat straighter and her face turned serious. “Look, demons aren’t our issue here but know that no we have two types of them. Demons of religions, those who worship one of the gods of the three religions and there are our demons the one who worship the moon goddess.”

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.

That night, Zeke stirred from a restful sleep, the room covered in darkness, awakened by a soft, anguished whimper that cut through the quiet. It was Eli, curled up beside him, his body twitching as nightmares clawed at his rest. Zeke knew immediately what it was—those old demons from Eli's past, the ones they'd dug up recently during their conversations, trying to bring Delilah into the loop about the stories of their lives. The scars they all carried that united them, especially the one Eli carried. The talk had been necessary, but it had cracked open old wounds, and now they were spilling out in Eli's sleep.

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?"

His bat-like wings stood proud and wide behind him, while his normally smooth skin was scaly. “Fuck me,” I cursed, backing away to the stairs. This was my first time seeing a demon, and the other times I’d come in contact with demons, darkness masked them, so I didn’t get to see their true form. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting when I’d envisioned demons in my head, but the look in Nathaniel’s eyes was far from welcoming. He looked terrifying, like he was a second away from tearing my head off. I wasn’t about to stick around to see if he’d do exactly that, seeing as I did not know how demons worked.

What was this? Both Nazima and Caleb have never heard of any species having demons and merging with them. Why did she? “Why did the gods give me a demon, this whole thing is unheard of? I appreciate everything they have done for me but this. I do not know” Nazima was conflicted and confused. “The gods knew that the future of the water and every species that lives in it was in your hands. They knew you would need your demon to save the water, and this is the time. Nazima your situation is different from any other ruler we have ever had and that is why the gods provided you with the means to succeed. Accept this and your demon. Merge with him and free us all.”

He coughed blood, raising up onto his hands and knees and lifted his head to glare back towards the throne. “Do not be foolish…vampire…listen to my story.” The Demon King’s gaze slid to him and he was once again dragged across the floor and dumped back on the spot he had been kneeling previously. Ruben grit his teeth, wiping the blood from his mouth and knew he could do nothing. Once the Demon King knew Ruben was going to cooperate he looked back at Kat, docile like a sleepy kitten in his lap as he stroked her head. “In the great war between demons and angels Lord Basille was one of our greatest Generals…even able to capture an Angel and keep her in a cage outside his campaign tent, displaye

I stood up and faced her as she did the same. At first I was in doubt that she was human, but when she wrote the name of our gods on my palm, I realized there and then that she really was. Because all demons knew of our gods, but there was never a day they wrote or called out their names. According to myths and stories, a demon who dared to call upon their names or write it down, faced a calamity.

I feel the D'Angelos behind me. —Listen to me, you son of a bitch, you won't say shit about my daughter anymore, you won't think about her for a second and you'll regret all your sins. You are going to live, we are not going to kill you, but if you are going to record our faces in your head—I make him look at the three of us—, because you are not a demon, you are a rabid rat like Gandía and the hunters are eager to exterminate them . Demons are the ones I drive and gods are the ones you're going to have to pray to, because from here neither God nor the Devil will come to save you.

"What happened?" He took a deep breath. "He's grown up and become an Alpha of the pack. He's free from resentment and sadness. Now, he seeks revenge. He became heartless and mercilessly killing the innocent and defenseless Wolves. His demonic wolf has grown now and very powerful, pushing him to conquer different packs. The more worrying now is with each new enemy he encounters, his death become even closer. Once he died, the process will be finalized, and he will return as a Demon Alpha God to unleash widespread destruction."