Tiny Demon Novels & Stories

“You’re with us.” The Demon nods his head in agreement. The Demon closes his eyes as his body begins to glow black and gold. I blink my eyes quickly, sure I imagined the large Demon slowly start to shrink before my eyes. Within seconds the giant, muscular Demon is replaced by a Demon a third his size, with no muscles in sight. The Demon blushes when he notices my staring and averts his eyes. “Demons that are made from the souls of the damned are able to shrink their size when necessary.” Levi explains.

“Lord! Please run away! Demons are attacking! “Demons are supposed to be at the borders, how the hell are they attacking us!” Panic Gautbert reached out from below the seat of the carriage revealing a foreign looking black slender steel with a handle. As Gautbert opened the carriage door and aimed at the demon who's attacking one of his guards , a loud blast resonated as he pulled the trigger. It was an illegal weapon in the kingdom.

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

He wasn't sure he wanted to know the details. "DeVayne was involved in all sorts of dark practices, and you'll need magic to help defeat Harrison. It appears these despicable individuals summoned a demon," Westwood explained, her tone tinged with annoyance. "A demon?" Parker blinked, clearly taken aback by the revelation. "Well, it was once something else. It used to be a revered spirit called Okami, a sort of Japanese ghost wolf. But DeVayne's wickedness twisted it, and now, the Okami is all that's keeping Harrison intact," Westwood elaborated.

“Now, I will say three things, tell me if it's a truth or a lie.” “I am happy, I have a crush on you, you are hot.” “They are all true except you being happy, you are sad.” “How did you know?” “Obviously, I am hot and every female has a crush on me, even a kid. And you are sad because I can sense the sadness and fear coming from you.” “Sense?” “Yes, it's part of me being a demon.” “Can you stop joking? It's starting to get boring.” She said and he rolled his eyes.

The demon came at him with dozens of replications of himself surrounding Damonq. The ancient ducked low and went under the wall of Kaisers, somersaulted and came up behind the one he was certain was the real flesh-and-blood demon. He’d chosen that one simply because, just once, the eyes shifted toward Afanasiv. It was a small thing, but it was telling. He caught the head between his hands before the demon could spin around, wrenched with his enormous strength, snapping the neck bones and tossing the body to one side. Leon waved his hand at the replicas, giving them a kind of life. Each of the bodies, and there were a dozen, turned to face Damonq.

A moment later he returned, turning corporal once more and carrying her bags. "How did you do that?" He raised a brow, as if it were obvious. "I'm a spectral demon." "That is so cool. So you're like a ghost or something?" "Most humans who think they've seen a ghost are actually witnessing a spectral demon." Her curiosity racing she asked jokingly, "Can you go all Jedi and move things with your mind?" He cocked his head, as if he were about to give a lecture to a group of children. "Yes, when I go fully demonic I have telekinetic abilities. And I can't be harmed or killed. It makes my kind invaluable, especially on the battlefield."

The determination in her eyes was met with an unreadable expression from the god, his face a mask of stoic serenity. They broke through the clouds, and Esteria's breath caught in her throat once more. Below them spread a city unlike any she had ever seen. The Demon City, nestled in a vast, verdant valley, was a marvel of architecture and nature intertwined. Towers and spires of obsidian and dark stone rose gracefully, their surfaces glistening like polished onyx. Rivers of molten lava flowed through the city like veins of fire, casting a warm, ethereal glow.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"