Yoruba Demon Novels & Stories

She bit her lip and looked fervently around to the warlocks cleaning up to make sure none of them heard. “That’s your name, isn’t it?” Ruben said his eyes darkening. When he had heard that name uttered by that demon his whole body had been covered in goosebumps and he had shuddered with an intense fire heating his loins. “Your real name?” Kat looked away. “Yes, it is, but…please don’t say it so carelessly.” Ruben startled, he remembered Demon’s real names held power over them. “Bastet is a goddess…why do you have her name?” Ruben leaned over intently.

The demons sipped in and out of every room moving through shadows until they found her in a room sleeping comfortably. “Master needs you back” a demon mocked waking her up. “Let go off me” Nelly kicked and screamed, because of them she had gotten back her voice and could shout for help. “Will you stop shouting nobody will help you, I promise you that” the demon replied carrying her. The door was knocked down by an heavy force startling them, “You heard the lady, let her go” Gamma Noth roared at them. He launched at a demon tearing it apart. they all disappeared and he thought he had won the battle, he turned to where Nelly was and couldn’t find her.

Sybil felt a little sick at the idea of being happy at killing something so innocent. “Are you sure you know what this is?” She nodded. Clearly the demonic had a serious issue going on at the moment. This war being fought, it was with truly evil creatures. “A demon, and the only kind of spider demon I can think of that meets what I feel and see is the Jorogumo. I’ve only heard, never seen nor dealt with something of that caliber. From what I know it’s a female demon and she is a high level one.” Aries jaw clenched slightly and he looked really dark.

"I imagine so. Which is not good." "Is he the Demon Dax mentioned he hated?" I ask. I want to believe that this man, Keo, who Oliver told me about, was some fictitious over-exaggeration of what a Demon is believed to be. "He is. He's not like most Demon's, killing without mercy, and on an impossibly large scale," Kastriv explains, confirming my worst fears. He is real. Kastriv himself has seen him in person. How horrifying. "He's a murderer?"

There were merely unexpected disbelief, shock, astonishment as well as surprise rising up from the ocean of her thought, feeling as well as perception. “Now you’ve seen my true form, haven’t you? You’ve known my real identity. To tell you the truth, I’m not an ordinary human. I’m a demon. I’m a yaksha… Perhaps, you’ve never heard that term in your daily life for all these times. But, a yaksha is what you can see standing in front of you. I’m a monster, Hanny… I’m a monster… I’m not a human…” narrated Hades quite sadly and sorrowfully.

Arnold sat beside Yvonne “My village needs your help, we unknowingly unleashed a deadly demon on ourselves during a festival and that demon has been slaughtering people… I had managed to make an escape through a portal to find you… and I am so grateful I did” “What is the name of this demon?” Arnold asked “All I know is that my people call him Pluto… or The Ningara” “What does that mean?” Uzor asked “It means… The eater of Worlds” she replied “This doesn’t sound good at all” Yvonne said “Please help me, you are the only hope we have” she begged

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Her wigs looked expensive and her makeup was topnotch. Chigozirim kene's elder sister keeps growing, the last time her saw she was looking fresh. Her light skin colour was toned in the right places.Though she really hates me, I still wonder if it's just her hatred for the Yoruba Tribe or it's just me. I can still remember her words to me. "You Yorubas are cowards, fools, I would rather be a Fulani than being a Yoruba ,useless people" I know it's totally uncalled for, but I guess maybe someone broke her heart, as they say Yoruba demons are not to be trusted. She really hates me and I can't believe we crossed paths today after so many years.

"You did not even hear me out-" "Shut that your stinking mouth up. You useless fellow." "Babe-" "If I hear that word from your mouth again, you are going straight to hell you bastard! I can just-" "Nobody is going to die in Jesus name." Lola entered in like an angel of death, ready to answer my prayer. She was now on a long black robe, with her kiko(Nigeria hairstyle with rubber.) standing up like one small tree spirit in some Nollywood (Nigerian.)movies. Black paste, plaster on her face like charcoal. The only thing that contradicted my thoughts, were the words she uttered. A demon shouldn't use the name of Jesus.

Miaka’s P.O.V “W-what?” I hated that my voice broke, but my mind wasn’t in the right place at the moment. “Hades and Suzaku might both be Gods, but they are polar opposites of each other.” Kaleb explained. “Hades is the God of demons and Suzaku the Beast God of fire. So if you were made from their essence…that should make you half-demon…half-angel.” “That’s nonsense!” I said defensively. “I’m a full demon.”