Yoruba Demon Novels & Stories

Ajaka- Sango’s half-brother, 2nd Alaafin of Oyo empire (deified) Orisha of earthquakes Ajé- Goddess of wealth Arò meta- (Yoruba translation, meaning three witches) sisters of Lanroye & Elegbara, the three patron goddesses of witches and wizards, Orisha of magic and sorcery Alaafia- Orisha of peace, daughter of Aje Aroni- (the one-legged, Aroni the great green)Orisha of the forest Arun- (wife of Iku god of death) Orisha of diseases and affliction Aja- Wife of Aroni, Orisha of the wild, patron lady of the forest dwellers Biri- Orisha of darkness and night Dada- Orisha of mischief, patron god of stubborn youths, son of Aroni & Aja

Said Beelzebub who kept talking came back “As we know among the thirteen Demon Lords who have names” said Beelzebub explaining the names of the leaders in the third world. 1.Coyote - The Jan or Demon with a human body with a dog's head like a werewolf He is a King who has a Kingdom in the jungle. 2. Dagon - The Jan or Demon with the body of a giant squid like the Kraken who is called the destroyer. He is the King of the kingdom at the bottom of the ocean.

her eyes suddenly moved to the others… finally landing on Ysabel. “You can’t do this to me. You can’t kill me! You can’t! Please don’t kill me! Y-You said... YOU TOLD ME YOU WON’T!” Ysabel blubbered, cowering at the face of her glare. “To think roaches are permitted to speak amongst my people,” the demon snarled, and Sir Hans can see her tightening her grip already–as though wishing to strike the woman herself but for some reason, she didn’t… as if she couldn’t, “I want that thing out of my sight now,” she snarled.

Not in pleas, but in the war cry of a stew pot boiling over with poisoned silver. Marisol’s voice tears through the storm, a throat-raw chant that makes my back teeth buzz. I know those Yoruba syllables—Uncle D drilled them into me after the closet incident. *“Ọgun alágẹdẹ, olúborí ogun—!”* Ogun the blacksmith, lord of war’s victory. But Marisol twists them into something darker, Creole grit grinding against the prayer’s bones. The medalla at her throat glows like a struck match, the Virgin’s face bubbling into a shape I recognize.

I asked, growing curious now. Did I tell you that I don’t like going to the A****n? Particularly the A****n River. I’m scared of piranhas, poisonous frogs, and, you're right, mosquito bites. Probably this was the reason why I am scared of vampires, too. Lucky for me, Eriol’s a demon. But come to think of it, I think a demon brings more danger than a vampire so... “Haha, no dear. It will be at my friend’s provincial house in Gutland Region. There is a native tribe living there. They will be your recipients.” My attention returned to my auntie’s statement.

Don't tell me you forgot why I task you with this in the first place? Reiya: Haha. Yup I have the result. He smells really good. His soul that is. Avareza L Ban spiritual presence is on par with the current Demon King of Destruction, Diablo Abaddon.

The demon-possessed were considered outcasts and no one was allowed to associate freely with them for fear of drowning into such a mischance. In reality, however, Osayo was not yet a maniac like his step-brother. He was only in a stiff mental torture. Nyasaye, the master of the shrine, and the spirits of his ancestors, it seemed, had forsaken him. But why did they have to jilt him when he had been such a faithful servant? How could they just leave such adversities to pound on him so rapidly? He was so depressed he could not eat. His wives came into his hut one after the other everyday to console him and get him back to his state of vivacity, but he proved obstreperous. They tried to wheedle

" prince Idubor was wearing a wide smile, his demeanor suggested that he had, had a good night's rest and was willing to begin this new day with renewed momentum. Many people would not expect a boy, who had killed his best friend the previous night, to be smiling so easily and innocently, as if nothing had happened. "Well, since we're all here, let's just move on." He finally gestured waving his hands to usher his people along. Meanwhile in another area. Boom... boom.. boom... several young people were in an intense fight with a weird creature. Yellow earth dust, had gathered into the air, disturbed. And clouded the area, concealing the creature's entire figure. However, from within the clou

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"