Tiefling Novels & Stories

the Sovereign’s voice trembled with panic and madness, "then let them choke on the nightmares of the Primordial Era! Open the Tartarus Array!" The white jade plaza split open. A suffocating, ancient miasma poured out of the fissure, smelling of rotting galaxies and consumed stars. Four massive, clawed hands, each the size of a fortress, gripped the edges of the chasm. Pulling itself out of the prison was a Taotie (饕餮)—the Gluttonous Fiend of ancient myth. It was a creature of pure, mindless consumption, covered in bone-plated armor, with a mouth that occupied its entire torso, filled with millions of jagged, spinning teeth. It had been locked away during the dawn of the universe because it h

The Procession of the Broken Gods They walked into the fortress with shaking hands and completely shattered spirits. As the ancient primordial blood successfully purified their vessels, the physical transformation was undeniable. They did not belong to a single, uniform mold; instead, they presented a breathtaking, majestic spectrum of the old earth. Alongside those with flawless, iridescent marble skin stood warriors of striking, unparalleled grandeur—their skin as rich and deep as polished ebony, creating a stark, mesmerizing contrast against cascading curtains of long, silver-white hair and piercing, ice-light eyes. These were the true anchors of the old world, the foundational architects

She taught him how to do it properly. “So, the demifaes have wings?” he asked casually while fixing her hair. “No, they don’t have wings. Most of them look human physically, and some have faerie characteristics. You’ll meet them soon.” “Ah, maybe you’re using high technology like in Argia.” He finished braiding and put the leather band on the bottom. “No,” Rieska turned to face him and brightly grinned. “Then how?” “You ready? Hmmm.” She let out a loud whistle, “Griga!”

And to show this kind of affection for a Halfling, Gukasho could not help but frown. The Halflings are called for the half-demon children of the demons. Though it was a rare case, most low-level and mid-level demons procreated with another demon. Like goblins, one, or narakas. But in the case of the seven great demons, they could not procreate with a fellow demon. So, they must breed with another species. Today, there were only four living Halflings from the great demon lords. These Halflings would compete, and the winner could fight the current demon king for the throne. Many Halflings perished, yet no one could defeat the demon king, King Lucifer the Prideful.

As we pass the magical creatures, Jess looks at the Salynx in confusion. “A Salynx is a mix between a Sable and a Lynx; sometimes it’s more Lynx than Sable but it’s mostly Sable Lynx.”, I explained to her. Continuing walking until we could see Mr. Sapping; Mr. Sapping is a half-breed, dark elves; this can get mixed up with Svartálfar, which is black elves. Many people are wary of dark elves, but since he’s the only one who sells potions, the town isn’t too wary of him.

I didn’t pay attention to most of it but the group kept asking them questions. “So we’re not werewolves, just shapeshifters. And there were many tribes of shapeshifters. Oh, and the underwater shifters don’t like us, or something.” “Correct.” “You mentioned trolls, orcs, yetis, and dragons. They’re shifters too, just classified as Legendary shifters since shifting into those creatures is harder, right?” “I thought he called them mythical shifters.” “You both are correct. What the world has classified as mythical beings we call legendary shifters.”

It makes children strong. Welcome to Arcanes Training Institute, ATI for short. The best school that exists in Faery and does not discriminate among the top five species that live here. It did not matter that I am crossbred between two of them because a lot of halflings come here too. Oh sorry, Half and half. Halflings referred to children who kind of have one human parent, this happens when their fae parent go to the human world and somehow create an unintended baby, my dad explains although I wonder how someone could create a new life unintendedly.

He swung from tree branch to tree branch, twisting and turning at just the right moment to change his trajectory, and follow the beast. There were six humanoid races in Ria; Humans, Mages, Elementals, Vampires, Demi-Gods, and Punishers. Colin was a Punisher, a name he did not like. He preferred Conjurers. A conjurer could conjure an item(like his chains) that had a set of abilities.

“He was pretty fucking ugly, but the fucker lost the game entirely. There are at least thousands of different supernatural species documented, so there are many that are still undocumented. There’s no telling how many there are out there. Some of our main groups include Celestials like angels, gods, and demi-gods. Then there are Demons. Those bastards have many fucking variations because they often breed with other species in order to make powerful hybrids. The Zeltenea was one such hybrid. We have shifters which have two forms being the human and whatever the other form is. There are roughly forty-five different variations that are documented.” He opened a folder on the table and handed me