The Damned Demon Novels & Stories

"I thought that if I could summon a Greater Demon and kill it with evidence to present to the Caucus, they'd let me be a part of their world and finally accept that I also had something special in me. I admit my plan was way over the top. I was a desperate, stupid eighteen-year old. "Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celesti

His grip tighten a little bit more, crushing my wrist as he dragged me, almost throwing me down the remaining flight of stairs. “Bitch.” he sneered, pushing me into the floor beside the bloody, kneeling guy Bast was torturing a while ago. Luckily, I had braced myself early, enough to save myself from swimming on the floor. I glared at Matias before I turn my gaze towards Bast. But the moment Bast saw me, the world seemed to stop as he turns a shade paler than the ghost. “Diana?” At the mention of my biological mother's name, the alarm in my head had gone off into a frenzy. My tongue seemed to glue itself at the top of my mouth, rendering me unable to say anything.

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

In the virus snow, losing heat from their bodies until ultimately falling unconscious was exceptionally simple. After everybody had eaten wheat porridge, the witches gathered their packs and began moving along. As per Cara's guess, the supposed Doors of Misery, was as a matter of fact, the doorway to the Blessed Mountain. The Congregation purposely changed its name to Damnation to keep the witches from tracking down the Sacred Mountain. As per the Old Books, they expected to cross a sum of three stone entryways, the last line before the savage terrains. As a rule, they were concealed somewhere down in the ground, just during the blood moon, would the stone doors rise to the top. After they h

As soon as Samael hears the sound music telling him ceremony has start, the demoniac look on his face disappear and Vada who is hanged up in the air fall down to earth in a loud bang. Vivianne breathed out silently feeling relieved she wasn't killed instead, she know she dare not go to help Vada stand so she watch her struggle again to get up The sound coming from outside the room seems to fade away in a bit, Samael turn to face Vivianne now and she gaze down to elude his eyes "If need be at the party, you will be her" "And make sure after this, you remove all her memories in you if you don't want me forcing it out of you" he growl the last part sternly

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.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

--- "The world doesn't change when swords clash or gates are torn open. It changes when someone who has lost every reason to hope still reaches out a hand. When a demon seeks not to destroy, but to remember. When a girl no longer fears who she truly is. Damnation does not always arrive in fire. Sometimes, it hides beneath the petal of a white rose. And if we are brave enough to see ourselves within it... then perhaps, even in the deepest darkness, a future can be born."

I tried to explain, barely making any sense whatsoever. Odet simply nodded at me making sure a ray of sunshine didn't hit my skin. In her free hand were the basket of scones I had her prepare for me. For us. "You may leave us now, be sure to wait at the designated meeting spot." I told the coach man once we reached the street where the old mansion was located, dismissing him. Odet stared at the name written on the plague of the first house on the street and gasped in shock. "Are you here to beg for forgiveness? I admit it's a bit too late after the scandal you pulled off, but it's a wise choice." She lectured, ignorantly marching towards the gates of the Crossfire family.

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