We Create Our Own Demons Novels & Stories

I love sex, but not wanting to see my parents at it. “Stop the illusion.” I tell the demon and he nods as he waves his hand. Fate is sitting on the ground, her head in her hands as she sobs. This is one of her many hell loops, a torture of her mind. We don’t create them, the damned soul does.

Do you understand what I am saying? I can’t explain everything I feel. It isn’t like I see things differently or know better than you or some other person. You don’t know what I saw. What I heard. How things have changed since then. What I think now. They said everyone has demons, but I don’t believe it. No one’s got demons like I do. They just say it that way. Because they want us to be like them. The ones who live inside their heads. They tell us to do whatever they say and then blame us for it later.

I asked. "No one is born evil, luna," Tia replied and stood to walk towards the window. "Our kind has a demon inside of us. We may live alone, but not anyone can cope with the loneliness. When we can't defeat the demon, we will become the demon itself. She was so happy when she left and couldn't contain her excitement to travel. Ever since she was born, she has been surrounded by us. Maybe along the way, my sister grew tired and became lonely that she let the demon take over her. Those who succumbed to darkness can't be saved; their only salvation would be death." Tia said, looking far away from the window. You can feel the sadness in her voice.

He shakes my head, pulling my hair out at its roots, as he aggressively makes his point. He is not wrong about not being able to fight nature, however, we are anything but natural. He continues his speech, the same one I have heard almost daily for decades. “They call us demon, devil, night walker, shadow reaper, but we would not be, were it not for their meddling.” The venom dripping from his words is putrid. He stands tall and firm in his conviction beside me, and contentedly watches the new-borns tear the unsuspecting coven apart. Women, cradling their children, run for their lives but are quickly caught and fed upon. This isn’t nature, it’s a massacre and I am one man, helpless to stop i

Andreas exhaled, thinking deeply. "You helped him kill so many humans," Klitanis started. "You killed them too!" Esmeralda looked at him with hard eyes. "Only when I had to eat or when they saw me! I never helped him kill anyone. Not any human. Out of our realm, we are what humans describe us to be. In this realm, demons are liars and killers because that's what humans think of us and because it's their realm, there's an urge to prove them right. It's like their thoughts push us to be what they think of us, and it only gets worse under the Fourth Spirit, but you? It's not the same for you. You are a witch, not a demon. You don't change after coming in here. Your power counterd the lull his d

He has the tendency of been all bossy wherever he finds himself. He is always acting like the eldest of all of us even though when it comes to us angels, there is no old or young. We have a dad but no mother. Our father just created us out of fire, all of us were created on the same day. We choose to call him father because he is the producer of all creatures, even the demons.

He told her stories of his history with substances and thoughts of suicide. His family made him hate the world and made him want to contribute to its misery. An angel appeared to offer him a deal, requesting their first born in exchange of chaos. He told her how he turned down the hand. He claimed there to be no difference between demons and Oregome

Tessavask confused and look at Landon shrugging and a shiver runs down Regina's spine. "At the beginning of times, when the supernatural was created, no one thought it would be necessary to seperate everyone and they thought everyone would live in peace, but as the numbers rised and power was gained so did the demand of territories. The strongest of each specie fought it out and the demons won. The demons won, they were cunning and knew how cheat their way up. Their brute strenght was never enough. Everyone had to accept him is their king, and it was dark times. The demons florished and the other species starved and were killed one by one, no one was powerful enough to remove him from the th

My mother and I fall asleep together as my demons visit me when I'm asleep. The demons quickly began to infiltrate the area. I held wide arms to greet them. "Welcome, my friends and foes, I have called you here to let you know that I need you. We've had our days of love and hate, but today is for war. The enemies have come so close that it hits to the bone. The enemies stepped into our territory and attempted to take Mother's life without mercy. Mother is our maker and creator. She is our god, and we can't let her die. We cannot let the enemies step into our territory without facing the repercussions.

I was a half-demon, what was there to speak about? A warlock was a completely different thing. A warlock was born when a powerless human made a pact with the netherworld and got a whole lot of goodies out of that—all stuffed with complete dung, of course. I had never done anything like that; that was how I was created. “Did you kill poor people because of gold?” “No!” That was the ghosts’ job. “But were you an accessory to that?” “Of course!” A wave of whispers ran down the crowd, Uncle jerked in his throne, and the queen was flush with delight.