The Truth About Demons Novels & Stories

An empty desk far away from me screamed Dexter’s lateness in volumes but he was always late but now seemed to be attending more classes than often and according to what I overheard some girls whisper, it was ‘my fault’ and I wished that wasn’t true. “Demons have been depicted in many structures and forms over the past centuries by all divisions. Some call them revolting red beasts with horns protruding out of their heads and others say that just like angels, they possess immense beauty, so much so that minor groups of worshippers from the past would mistaken them for gods as the demons could make everything they say sound true. But another theory suggests that because they possess extraordin

Murea: Demons are unique beings that possess abilities and talents only a few humans will ever have. Although we are small in numbers, we have never fallen behind. When a demon is born, his lineage and what he inherits from his parents are decided and he will live with what he is born with for the rest of his life. No one can change that. At Least that's what we thought. Not many know of this but in the Avareza Familia hidden archives, lies so many secrets that are not known to anyone.

But some. "What was that?" Cella asked, her voice shaking. "What were those things?" "Demons. True demons. The kind that don't need bodies to manifest." "But I thought…" "You thought the demons were just stories?" I shook my head. "They're not. They're real. And they've been hunting us since the moment the prophecy was spoken." "The prophecy." She pressed her hands to her face. "I still don't understand it. Why me? Why us?"

I kept my eyes on my shoes, wishing the sun would just finish setting so we could go back inside. “You know,” Jeremiah said, breaking the quiet. “There is an old story about this time of evening. They say dusk is when the demons come out.” I bit my lip to keep from rolling my eyes. I didn't think he was the type for ghost stories. I decided to play along just to keep the conversation moving. “Demons? What are they looking for?” I asked, stepping slightly closer to him as a shadow flickered in the trees. “They hunt for souls,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “They call out your name. They can mimic the voice of anyone you trust. A friend, a parent, or someone you love. If you answer th

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

she pleaded and cough out pretending to be ill Samael’s eyes pop out in shock at her request, he look horror-stricken as her voice finds its way into his ears, he can’t believe she would dare to ask him such request like he’s some lowly demon or an animal spirit “I am the lord of all demons, beasts and all creatures of the….” He was saying then stopped and sigh out loud in frustration, the marriage with this human seems more arduous than he assume it to be “What do you human drink to heal up?” he asked “What will you drink?” she asked teasingly “Blood energy from beasts will…” Samael stops again realizing what he’s saying, he just almost spill it out to the human female Shaina look puzzled a

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

So Rage answered his questions 'truthfully'. Just as his master had instructed. "Human, if you are willing to believe my words, I advise you to brace yourselves for the coming days. We are on the first floor, and you may believe that everything is normal and that nothing is wrong. There is just one thing that we will discover once we dig down even further, though." "And what exactly is that?" "Demons." "An infinite number of demons. This world has a major flaw: you humans or surface beings can go no deeper than the first floor. As a result, you are unaware of what is happening on the other floors."

she asked. “Well you like to be direct, don’t you?” he said as he sat on the desk that was in front of her. “That is a hard one to answer.” “Do you think like everyone else does that angels are good, and demons are bad?” she asked. “Slightly easier.” he said with a smile. “If you go by the books. Of course, Angels are supposed to be good. They are made by the divine. Demons, on the other hand, have to be the balance so they would have to be bad or evil. Neither of us needs to go further down that road as I am sure neither of us believes in any books like that. My answer would be no. I do not believe that all things are good and all are evil. There has to be a balance though, and I think huma

She half-heartedly expected her prayer to work. Instead of the pain, she felt a warm liquid gush on her face. 'What?' She opened her eyes to see the man she had bumped into twice today. More importantly, he held the demon's head in his hand. "You kill...ed it." "Indeed." He responded, throwing her ID in front of her. "When praying to incur your wrath, you do not pray to either god, angels, or demons. You pray to the devil," he said as the moonlight shined upon white hair.