Temporal Demon Spirit Book Novels & Stories

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

Blonde hair, blue eyes, a handsome face, so smooth without blisters, and he was even a student. He was no one, sixty years before he was born, in a body that wasn't his. And the Demon king, the one he killed, was still alive, walking around somewhere in this timeline, young, healthy and free. And he had not yet became the monster he killed. His mind was still spiraling, then a knock jolted him out. “Lysan, the combat exams start in about ten minutes, are you ready yet?” Another male voice came through from behind the door.

"Allied or not, I want to know your motivation.” Tennebris rolled his eyes, but crossed his arms in front of his chest, and gently arched an eyebrow. "There is a book used to summon demons. There is a copy in the human world. And the dumb nun read a good part of it. That's why one of my demons was invoked. That's all I know.” "How many of them were invoked with her reading?” The question seemed to catch him off guard. Your expression faltered that seriousness a little. I kept staring at him with my chin up, without being shaken by anything.

I tell him firmly. She's a Demon, her powers unknown. She has managed to manipulate seven powerful Angel-bloods...if she can do this, then she is very capable of using magic to kill all Demon's in an instance. Kastriv looks sceptical. "But this spirit can?" "Apparently." I shrug. He frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. "You should know that spirits cannot always be trusted. They don't abide by a moral system as we do." I nod grimly. I know that, but this spirit has spent far too long trying desperately to get in contact with me. Were they intending on harming me, why go through this much effort?

At death, salt is left in a coffi n to help protect the soul from demons during its transition from Earth to the spirit plane. black book A magical handbook that provides instructions for traffi cking with spirits, including DEMONs and ANGELs; divination; and acquisition and use of supernatural powers. In some cases, possession of the black book itself bestows supernatural powers, wealth, or luck upon its owner. However, use of a black book usually backfi res with serious consequences.

While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.” “I really don’t know but all I know is that this notebook was with me the moment I was born.” Miss Minerva was still curious about me and asked what is the name of the book. and I told her it was “Demonic Relic” the moment I told her the name

Tiara said as the demon took the book out of her hand with a smirk on his face, his gaze fell on the book and his smirk widened. “now this is what I’m talking about'' the demon said as faced the guards and Thorne as he started whispering the spell under his breathe and he was able to focus long enough to get the spell right because few minutes later the floor were the guards and Thorne were standing started opening up and each of them started falling in one by one, Thorne was able to jump back in time for the floor to close up leaving just a handful of soldiers and him left at the bottom of the stairs.