White Demon Novels & Stories

“That’s not Lord Basille.” “It’s not…who is it then?” Ruben asked cautiously surveying the huge creature. “His Commander, Boglan.” . The demon, Commander Boglan, was looking around at them amused, taking in the hooded and tranced warlocks around the protective circle he was being held in. He was huge, standing nine feet tall and massive. Bare chested with a large battle axe and long horns curling up from his head he looked like he had just stepped out of a fantasy video game.

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.

Despite the light emanating from the Pentacle, the air was icy cold. Then the ground seemed to crack wider open like a glass and pouring through the shards came a horde of dark shapes, humanoid but twisted, gnarled and faceless, howling out a soundless scream that punctured the ears of the witch. It did not seem to affect Aosoth though. She cackled and her beetle-like eyes grew bright with a manic light as she raised her hands higher and the demons poured forth. Icy wind burned the witch as more humanoid demons came through the band of light within the Pentacle. The air stank of sulphur and ashes.

I held him in my arms warmly and placed another kiss on his temple. It turned out to me that Xavier was a hybrid of a werewolf and a demon in his previous life. Compared to low-level monsters like vampires, demons are more powerful. They are also advanced species and are extremely rare in number. Each one of them is very powerful and they do not die easily.

I was a nobody trying to live a meager life. In my peripheral vision, students were still in a circle, watching Adam and me get assaulted. My faith in humanity took a hit, and sadness set in. I screamed as my ribs cracked from Sebastian’s power and determination. He looked like a demon-possessed. My sight darkened, and I sent a pulse of love and regret to Ghost.

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

Her fingers felt warm, almost too warm, like sunlight on skin. "I am a spiritborn," she began. "Born from sin, the goddess of beauty and seduction as they call me, and a spirit from the Celestine Veil. I am light. Pure light in human form. My kind creates. We bring beauty, warmth, and life. But Vincent... he is different." “You’re talking about his madness,” I stated She paused and looked away for a moment, as if remembering something painful. "Vincent carries a demon wolf inside him," she continued. "His blood is old and dark. His power comes from corruption and destruction. He is made for shadows and chaos. Our essences are complete opposites. Light and darkness. Creation and ruin."

There were at least six of them, moving among the trees with that blurred speed that made them look like ghosts. And with them, something else. Something big. The demon emerged from the forest like a stain of darkness taking shape. It was larger than the lesser demons described in the reports. Nearly eight feet tall, its skin like volcanic stone cracked with glowing lines of fire like veins of lava. Its eyes were burning yellow embers, and sulfurous vapor rolled from its open mouth, warping the air around it. The vampires flanked it. One held something small and glowing in his hand and murmured words I recognized immediately.

Not a wolf. The creature's skin was the color of dried blood, cracked and peeling, with veins of dull orange pulsing beneath the surface like cooling lava. Its limbs were too long for its torso, bent at angles that didn't follow human anatomy. One arm was pinned under the beam, crushed. The other was free, its clawed fingers twitching weakly against the stone. A demon.

​Standing in her place was a monster of absolute, terrifying beauty. ​She was eight feet tall, a bipedal apex predator covered in thick, pristine snow-white fur that seemed to absorb the dim light of the cavern. Her massive claws were the color of polished obsidian. Her jaw was lined with jagged, razor-sharp fangs, and her eyes burned like twin violet suns in the darkness. ​It was Astra. The White Demon. The First Queen. ​The Vampire Lords froze, their predatory arrogance instantly replaced by pure, primal terror. Even Gale took a staggering step backward, his dark magic flickering wildly in the presence of an ancient, holy wrath.