Zodiac Demonic Novels & Stories

It might be but that wasn’t a reason to spend it without honor. I slowly touched my wrist with a plain old dagger. No need for ceremonial knives here. My blood, black in the light of the moon, dripped onto the ground, and the candles set in the corners of the hexagram lit up in unison. And then I summoned them. Not with my words, or spells, or my voice, but with my demonic blood.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

They were as intelligent as humans, and their abilities were better than humans in all aspects, especially their life span was much longer than humans'. Demonic Beasts were some mutated beasts that had absorbed the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. Most of them were bloodthirsty and cruel, fed on ordinary beasts or humans. Therefore, Demonic Beasts and Demon had to be distinct. They were not of the same and could not be mixed as one single thing.

There were nods of agreement from all around the room as they knew it was an ideal time. “Thirteen is also when witches gain their magic as well. There’s a handful of other species that gain access to their abilities or gifts close to that age. Dragons gain access to their abilities between ten and fifteen. Certain demon species access their magic at sixteen. Nabello is one of them. Celestials are at fifteen,” Ziyah explained, listing a few off. I quickly jotted that information down because it was something that we should all know, given the fact that our Council would deal with all.

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.

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

I changed the topic, “Millions, sex demons are categorized into, incubi and succubi, wrath demons, deception demons, demons of dispute... So many of them,” he whispered. “Ok, well I hope I can be a better leader then Eve II, I'll try but...we should get some rest, we are going to need it for later,” I chuckled “Ok, good night Lil,” he uttered. “Good night Damon,” I mumbled.

Before I start this book, I want to explain something. Who is a Yoruba Demon? A Yoruba Demon is technically a full fledged Zaddy. They're not literal demons but we'll soon know why they are called that in a second. So a Yoruba demon is a very handsome,tall, fine as hell, ripped body kind of guy. Let's not forget stinking rich. But inside all of that, he's not your everyday kind of boyfriend. Trust me, Yoruba demons don't have to beg to get into your pants. You'll be the one taking your pants off lol.

It could pass through your skin in seconds and come out the other side, causing bleeding that is very difficult to heal. Monique cries inconsolably. She is emaciated, her hands and feet are bound with metal handcuffs, and her face is pale. On the other hand, Harrison ... I can't even say for sure that it's about him. His hands, his face ... all of him is with remains of burnt, raw, a product of the fire that I caused to try to kill him. It's fucking scary. I don't know how the fuck he's still alive. That man must have made a pact with the fucking demon. - Mom ...- Lailah murmurs almost in a whisper. Looks like he's been shocked.