Yoruba Demon Novels & Stories

"The Yemoja (fish people) has always been a vital part of the Yoruba belief system. The Yoruba's believe that there are worlds within our world and the underwater realm of the Yemoja is just one of them. What you would call myths and superstitions are indeed stories lost in time. Most African languages had no written form, so our ancestors passed down their knowledge, wisdom, and documentation of their experiences through oral tradition. The people of this town have always had contact with the water people and they have always lived among us," Baba Fatomi explained.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

"Gods cannot be created by mere mortals! No one creates a deity!" "Oh...you haven't been to Umuora then. I have been there and I know what I saw. They have powerful deities and they created all of them. This one here is called Ope, it kills instantly. Take and swear that you will keep your words after revealing the secret I have with you...take it." Ije stared at the wooden artifact. She stood up from her chair and took a step backward. The man stood up too and took a step forward. "Are you scared?" He asked.

Strong. “So what happens next?” I asked. His fingers turned, briefly closing around mine. “Now,” Dominic said quietly, “we become harder to buy.” Outside, clouds gathered over the city again, not storm clouds, but pressure clouds. The kind that sit heavy before something breaks. Marcus Vale had been a battle. What was coming next was a marketplace. And in that marketplace, I had just become a prize someone powerful intended to claim.

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

Chaska grinned slightly and approached the demon sitting on the couch next to my father. "Uncle Boyan, it's been ages since I've seen you," Chaska said happily and the attractive male smiled, his orange eyes twinkling as he accepted his nephew's hug in greeting. I noticed Grace watching the large demon. He was big and tall with large curling black horns and thick forked tail. His thick dark hair was full of waves. "Boyan is next in line for Drorzon's crown," my father informed Grace and I. I neared Grace and grinned.

“And what’s that?” “I want you to make me immortal.” His expression twisted with horror and disgust. “Are you insane? Demons aren’t immortal. And you want me to turn you into one?” Wait. Demons can die? “Okay, okay. But... how do you die?” “If we’re beheaded. Or injured beyond repair.” Duly noted: decapitation equals demon death. Then he started laughing. A loud, deep, devilish cackle that shook my bones. I closed my eyes, bracing for a fireball or something worse.

Oniko asked as we sat down. “No.” I shook my head. “Are they also a part of the witches?” “No,” Oniko growled, a look of pure hatred surfacing quickly upon his face. “They are demons who used to be humans, blood drinkers, and they are very fast, powerful and deadly.” I frowned thoughtfully. “You mean like vampires?” “Yes, I think that’s what you call them.” “Vampires don’t exist!” I blurted sharply, looking back at Iditan for support. This had to be a prank or something. “They are—”

After much thought, Ibekwe told him to reject the dream because his grandfather was a pagan who worshipped idols and the Christian Holy Bible which James had been teaching was against believing the words of people who did not worship God through his son Jesus Christ. "Your grandfather is in hell," Ibekwe said slowly, "so is my grandfather. They are both demons now and I can't believe any words that comes out from their mouths." "What are demons?" Ifeme asked. "They are evil angels that were cast out from heaven," Ibekwe replied. "That means all the gods we serve in this village are demons?" Ifeme asked and Ibekwe agreed.

Janet elucidated. "Nice, I have gods under my control" Sarraphina replied with a evil smirk. "So what do you need them for?" "To retrieve the Devilspen"... . . . . . To be continued Ogun- Yoruba god of iron, fire, hunting, war, and politics Ayao- Yoruba goddess of air Amadioha- Igbo god of lightning Ekwensu- Igbo god of war, and the father of all magics, and he is a playful god and a trickster