Upper Demon 1 Novels & Stories

Damien’s lips moved, shaking, at first silent, then in a broken whisper. “…nam us edat… debita ruon suov… suov edat ed… tpecxe suov sa… suov edat ed…” Each mangled syllable was punctuated by the demon thrusting deeper. The ridges dragged brutally against his walls. Every backward word forced another inch inside until on “sutats suov ed”...the demon bottomed out, balls slapping wetly against Damien’s ass, cockhead kissing his deepest places. Damien’s chant broke into a wail.

she asked, her voice dripping with disbelief. El-Kharis stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the stone floor. "She is under my protection," he snapped. "That is all you need to know." As he turned to leave, a powerful presence filled the room. The temperature seemed to drop as a woman stepped forward, her aura commanding and fierce. Her long black hair flowed like a river of night, and her eyes gleamed a deep, unsettling red. Every demon in the room stood, bowing their heads in respect. Her skin was pale, almost luminescent, and her presence radiated a cold, unyielding power that sent shivers down their spines.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

He started thinking about the day when his life went upside down. The day he lost his love and lose faith in love. Start Flashback, "Mom, where is Katrina?" Demon asked his mom, coming back from the office. " She went outside dear" Mrs. Knight replied. "Oh," Demon said and went upstairs towards his room. Demon took his clothes and entered the washroom and took shower. After he has done and dressed up, Demon was about to come out when his eyes fell on Dustin. Demon saw a card in it. Demon picked up the card and saw it is a pregnancy test. Demon saw it was positive.

“Katarina de’Basille.” Kat sat forward in her seat, leaning her forearms on the desk and giving Ruben an intense stare. “What is the name Basille to you?” “Basille? There is only one Basille that I know of…Lord Basille…One of the ninth level High Demon Lords in the Demon Realm.” Kat looked intensely at Ruben with her eyebrows raised waiting for him to make the connection. Suddenly his eyes went wide and they lifted to hers with a look that was hard to decipher. She smiled ever angelically at him, such a huge contrast from the formidable mouth of teeth just moments ago.

She was prepared to jump into the fire whenever Lilith wanted her to. Alexander used his extraordinary power, which he alone possessed. The demons holding him instantly charred into tar while Alexander's entire body erupted in flames. Jordina sped up while brandishing the knife. She had never engaged in combat with Satan, so she did not want to be late to use her move.

"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.

All three demons recoiled at once, as if an explosion had shoved them back. I saw fear in their eyes. Demons. Creatures of the underworld who fear nothing and no one. They were afraid of the disfigured omega who, five seconds earlier, had been a trembling bundle against a tree. Emili stood. But not the way a person stands. She *unfolded,* like a shadow stretching in reverse — fluid, unnatural. Her mouth opened, and a sound came out that was neither human nor animal: a deep hiss vibrating on frequencies that made every hair on my body stand on end.

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.

Jonathan took a step forward with each word that was still said in that soft tone of voice that clearly unnerved the demon more than anything else. The demon's self-control seemed to have snapped and letting out a battle cry the demon launched itself forward. Allena ducked the wild slash before giving one of her own. Her right blade slicing up the demon's chest while her left slit the demon's throat. Allena brought her leg up and kicked the demon the chest and watched as the neck and body separated as the demon died. She didn't even care about the fresh inchor that splattered over her face and neck. "Allena be a dear and get these straps off of me?" Jonathan crooned not bothering to hide how