Valefor Demon Novels & Stories

I asked. “I can’t tell you. If I were to tell anyone her real name though, it would be you.” Moran stated. “Go ahead.” I nodded. “Patrick Devere and Solar Flare can never find out the Vasilia’s demon name is Persephone. If that happens, then it’ll be easier for the Vasili to mate with her. Tell no one else.” He whispered. “Got it. I’ll send in Rao.” I said as I left. That wasn’t her name. I knew it was one of the names that would never be given to a Vasilia, just like Hades would never be given to a Vasili. Neither one would accept a demon as their avatar. They were the god and goddess of the desire demons.

Before being transmigrated into Celie and Terrance, the Divine duo was in the middle of a full-scale war against an immortal demon from an entirely different world. Valeur. A demon from The Third Demon Realm, born thousands of years before a Union Greenland Civil War took place. He had several unique abilities that only a small percentage of spiritual energy users could achieve, and one of them was his ability to breach anyone's personal realm. In most cases, he would go undetected using invisibility if he truly wanted to.

Yet Valefar was unmoved. “Sera," the demon's voice was cool and smooth. "We’re leaving.” Valefar began to raise his ringed hand. My pleas erupted out of me before I had time to think. “Master! Please wait! This is my mate - the one I am destined for. Please, Valefar - You must -” “You dare defy me?!” Those violet eyes flashed red and glowed like lava. Valefar’s teeth elongated into terrifying spikes. I quivered as he towered over me, but I did not look away. I stared into his eyes, pretending with all my might that I wasn’t afraid of him. Five minutes with my mate. That's all I wanted.

This was the only thing that could really hurt a demon. "You seem to already know who I am?" I ask, holding him still. "Who doesn't? The chosen one." Valak sneered in my face in contempt. "Good. I hear you smuggle souls in and out of the underworld. I need you to get someone out for me." The moon gleamed, watching us in the night. "I can't help you." He spoke. "You can't or you won't?" I threaten, pressing my dagger into his throat, causing him to bleed.

Even he didn't feel the slightest pain. "I have to find a way to kill you, I must ..." Valdo's gaze is really like a crazy person who is very obsessed "That's the only way for Naomi to come back into my arms." He kissed the painting over and over again, imagining the face of a woman with whom he was obsessed. "There's no way you can kill him, because you are an ordinary human, while he is a demon." A woman's mocking voice made Valdo flinch. He immediately turned around, surprised to see a woman who was already standing behind him and floating in the air.

The Demon, who had been hovering menacingly behind Xavier, slumped to the ground, a defeated foe. Falkor offered an exceptional handgun, its design hinting at occult craftsmanship, with an air of steadfast command. "Forged by divine methods to slay these demonic beasts," he stated, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "Let us cast them down into the depths of hell, where they belong." Falkor's eyes were filled with wrath as he launched a merciless volley of shots at the advancing Demons. Each shot held a potent blend of satisfaction and insatiable need, reflecting the intense desire to demolish the Demon's Army.

She said, and I fell to the ground, feeling my chest heave. “In all these, he'd forge his own path. He will either do it well, or fail greatly. He is The White Demon Prince. The first and last of his kind.” Slowly, life slipped out of Valendor, and she disappeared. I panicked so hard, but there was nothing I could do. I blacked out almost immediately

If we lose the southern roads, the demonkin can march on the capital in months. Alaric continued. The scribe continued writing: *We retake the Widow’s Veil. Not with a grand army—that would leave the other passes exposed. We send a strike force: small, fast, deadly. One hundred of our finest—vampire knights, shadow-weavers, blood-mages. And you.* He looked directly at Raven. *Your gift is no longer a secret. The demonkin already know a child who commands the dead fights for Valros. Let them fear it. You will raise their own fallen against them. Bind their dead thralls. Turn their strength into our weapon.*

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.