Temporal Demon Spirit Book Novels & Stories

Your wolf spirit as well you harness the energy of your mother, your color aura is going to shift since you are amongst your cousin your will not have a magenta color the mix of the pink and purple and your eye dears have already changed you know possess one pink and one purple eye. Lastly my pride and joy the babe I have watched closely over the last 19 years guiding her through Destiny Hope, I’m your mother Selene the Mother your familiar are mine and same with your wolf you represent the full moon, you bring life and unity and structure, that is why my child you are the Queen and the protector and guidance to all your followers and your leader you’re a mother figure so to speak. Your colo

"Do not test my patience again." He turned and strode away, leaving them to nurse their wounds. He had more pressing matters to attend to. A meeting had been called in the royal chamber, and his presence was required. Entering the grand room, El-Kharis found the other demon royals already assembled. The god of fire, a towering figure with molten eyes and hair like flames, glared at him. His skin was a deep, burnt crimson, and heat radiated from him in waves. Beside him, the earth demon, solid and imposing, watched with a stony expression. His form was like living rock, with veins of precious metals glinting through his granite-like skin. The water demon, fluid and ever-changing, regarded him

“Wow. Five hundred years trapped in hell, and this is what I get? Not a dark sorcerer, not a twisted warlord, nope. A lightweight who can’t hold his liquor.” I sighed, dusting myself off. “Great. Just great.” I nudged the guy with my boot. No reaction. He reeked of cheap alcohol and desperation. Fantastic. This was my ticket out of hell? A sloppy human who probably thought N*****x counted as ritual research I crouched down, peering at his unconscious face. “Hey, champ. You realize you just summoned a demon, right? Step one is usually staying awake.” Still nothing. I flopped back on the floor with a dramatic groan. “Unbelievable. I survive centuries of torture, brimstone, and eternal screamin

I sent someone flying, and he should be standing up any moment now, and I wanted more details. [Zagan - Level 199] [Species - Crimson Demon Spawn] [Element - Crimson Fire (Grade 3) [Skills - Bloodthirst, Blood Domain, Demonic Bloodline, Burning Dragon Bloodline, Crimson Sun (Epic)….] [Body - Half Demonic Spirit Body] I needed to understand the purposes of a "spirit body" despite the fact that my analyze skill had already given me more information than anyone could possibly need.

Like he was just… Arthur. She was the one for him. I didn’t need to see her to know that. A smile tugged at my lips before I looked back at the book in my lap. The pages were worn soft from too many hands, and the ink faded in places. But the symbols scrawled down the margin were different. My eyes caught on a passage that hadn’t stood out before. Dark binding rituals. Used to trap spirits. Or to keep souls from returning to their bodies… My heart skipped.

There's a wide room with a matching window that has the scene of the ocean beyond a small meadow and a small group of trees to the right. There are two chairs and one round high coffee table between. Two people sit, one you know, one you don't. At least not from this story. "So," says Cayce, "I'll introduce myself first. But since this is the end of my book then you probably know about me enough. Cayce Vance, eighteen. Married around now, ready for some action, and half-demon and half-angel hybrid."

Third Person's POV Demonise didn’t expect the turn of events. Everything was under control when she started chanting the spell, but she underestimated the powers of the other five spirits; they were fighting her to save the little boy. She’s enraged but continues chanting a spell as a counterattack to the other spirits. Her pride is too strong to be defeated without a fight because she believes she is much stronger than the others.

He tasted her tears, blood and saliva at the same moment. What would happen when Demon really caged an innocent young soul in his Demonic love? Welcome in DEMON'S CAGED Love [A/N :- A Semi-Dark Love Story of DEMON and SOUL. This book has some dark and disturbing content so read at your own risk. 18+ content] ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“Yes, but with short distances like this, it’s not a problem.” “What about teleporting? Can you do that?” “Can demons do that?” “How would I know?” I shot back. He chuckled, burying his face in my neck. “You’d think she’d have learned something from living with one for months now.” I sent my elbow into his side, but he didn’t so much as wince. “She hasn’t. Said demon has been preventing her from learning about demons.” “The books aren’t accurate. They even spelled my name wrong.”

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.