We Create Our Own Demons Novels & Stories

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

Focus. The house of Krane was where one would come to if one was looking for a human slave or a messenger demon or for some secret information, to cast a spell or to break a spell, conjuring up a demon or anything else of the dark art. Elvis Krane was the demon to come to. Why a demon would be called or named "Elvis" was a question that he had asked himself several times before, but then he grew tired of it. He could not understand these creatures and he maybe did not want to bother himself much about it any more.

“Don’t you think you are been unfair to him? He didn’t create himself this way? I am sure if he had the opportunity to, he would have created himself differently not become a half-demon that the woman he loved detested.” “Maybe, he is not a demon?” I tried to convince myself. Call me stupid. That after sleeping with a man that was when I cared to ask what is he. Fine, I know I fuck up and I was behaving like an asshole, I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, I know my reaction was bad and that I should have known from the onset that he is a demon. He once jokily said he was a demon, but I just assumed he was kidding. “Come on Brittany, demons don’t believe they are demons, they know, it’s i

The devil's plans for us all were the same. I believed what they said about the devil as much as I believed that sugar was sweet and salt was bitter. And another thing that I believed and would gladly argue with anybody and everybody about, was that asides from the devil himself, we all each had our own personal demons that sought to steal, kill, and, or, destroy us. These demons came in form of individuals, and most of the time, these persons tended to be the ones closest to us. Without any doubt in mind, I could say for a fact that my husband, Adrian Valentino, was my very own devil in disguise as a man.

“Demons don’t do banquets…” “They don’t?” Luisette was surprised. “No, demons are ruthless and solitary, all strive constantly to outdo each other and gain more power and status over the rest…there are constant battles, challenges and feuds. A banquet would just end in a massive brawl with at least half of them dead…”

"Tell me what's wrong, Rhema" I murmured some gibberish to myself. "This is the problem. You won't talk to me and then you click the self destruct". She's trying to catch up with me on the curb. "Abroko wrote again and it's all about you. They are calling you an addict, you're addicted to the Origin. They are calling the reason she was murdered Origin". "They can call me whatever they want".

"A hydra?!" Clayton screeched as the creature before us with three heads roared, causing the earth to shake. "How can a snake turn into a three-monster?" "I would like to ask the same thing, but you know, it's a demon. As far as I know, they can create crazy shit like this." Dominic states. I grew up in the mortal world and learned about the Demon Realm and its customs. But what Dominic said was right; demons can create something like a hydra.

"It won't." My heart skipped. "What do you mean?" He stopped only a few steps away. "Have you ever wondered..." "...where darkness comes from?" Neither of us answered. "It isn't born." "It is created." He spread his arms. "Every betrayal." "Every act of hatred." "Every selfish choice." "They all feed me." The souls trapped within the Citadel flickered. "I didn't create mankind's darkness." "I merely gave it a voice." For a brief moment... I had no answer.

Horror filled them, except Slaemann who savored the spectacle with relish. ‘This is the crib of the damned’ intoned the guardians. ‘And why the hell is the hell of murder our stop. The crib of the damned souls. The volcano! The damned. Pray he wasn’t a whitewashed tomb lest we might spend longer years here.’ they panicked ‘But he’s never harmed anyone.’ Emre tried to explain

It's time to reclaim our freedom and coexist peacefully. I don't presume to offer much, but I make this solemn promise. If you stand by my side, aiding me in vanquishing our common enemy, I will find a new home for us. A place where we can be free, where we can live in peace, build our lives, and nurture hope for the future. A sanctuary free from the darkness and blood sacrifices, a haven where love and joy will flourish, and fear will be banished forever," I declared passionately, observing determination kindle in their eyes as they regarded me with respect.