Zozo Ouija Board Demon Novels & Stories

“Of course I know.” "Oh, do you?" Kassian stood and walked towards Lysan. "He's not offering to help you. He's offering to trap you. That’s not him talking, it’s the Entity. The Entity wants you close, so it can be able to feed on your emotions, your pain, your fear." Lysan's hands curled into fists. "So what else am I supposed to do?" Kassian's expression softened as he stopped in front of Lysan. "I want you to fight back."

She practically dragged the pair into her modest home, "I'm Irma, by the way." Clouds of dust floated around their feet and covered everything. Symbols etched into the floors near the simple straw bedding spoke to how bad things were, "The Cheval Mallet came around twenty-five years ago. We thought there was one, but time made fools of us all." Aurelia goggled at the woman, "There is a whole herd?" Zinjo shook his head, "Madness, how did they come to be here?" "A mother was desperate to have a child, so she made a pact with a demonic presence. In exchange for her soul, the demon promised her a child. He stipulated on the day the mother died, the entity, would come for both their souls."

I told them with a stern voice. “The higher the floor, the greater the demon. Beelzebub is a formidable foe. I have witnessed how he wrecked havoc on our town,” Lotus just segued with grief in his voice. And that made us all fell into silence. “Nicanor, Cerina, Raid, leave this fight to us. Beelzebub was the demon who was responsible for the death of many healer mages in our small town lying on the outskirt of Sephora. He plagued them with a fatal disease using swarms of highly dangerous insects. He is dubbed as the Lord of the Flies. Caya and I will take him down,” Lotus stated.

-I really…dislike this demon- "Well, whatever your opinion, is it possible to remove the alchemy?" "Possible? Yes, by you or them, no. The only person who can dilute the effects is Daisy." he smiled, "So your time to use it to your advantage is very minimal, but whatever...the next question...was..." -Daisy...- “Let’s see, who am I? I am a demon level mage, Artimus Zentsuji Mosaic. Call me Zen.”

he said. Just then I heard Ethane's voice in my head for the first time. "Rosey over here in the demon world we don't call them judges but Nomanos, we also refer to the book as the cava. And we don't call them lawyers but somun. And the demon that held the cava for us to take the oath is known as the Mediac, okay?" How was he able to speak in my head? Okay this is something I'm sure demons can't do, yes they can manipulate humans but they don't speak in their head.

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

I am not under any form of duress or coercion to pay heed to this agreement. I have the full and conscious understanding that once this never-ending agreement is made, there is no order, above or below, in any world or dimension, that could possibly break the bond formed between the parties involved in this agreement, nor the agreement itself. I will relinquish permanently unto the demon, Logan, all ownership of my soul once he has accomplished the mission stated on his side of the agreement. I have acknowledged that once this agreement is signed, neither death nor time can unbind me, and this contract shall never be disputed or argued.

“I’ve got another question. This one is pack business, apologies to Olaf for lying.” “Hmm,” offering me a cup of the tea. “Take it, it’s calming,” as I made myself sit down and slurp some minty, fungal concoction. “I’d have preferred a whisky,” I muttered, glaring down at it. “Well?” she said again, making me feel like she was a grandma teasing a school report of me. “If I told you of a demon that was an oily black lump, with a haze of distortion around it’s mass. It’s voice makes the ground tremble…I know of nothing like that from my studies but I have been assured of its existence.”

I end the call without leaving a message and call Naomi next. “You better have a good reason for calling at five in the morning,” Naomi growls when she answers. “The best reason.” I lay my sketch of the sigil on the floor so I can take a picture and send it. “I have the sigil of the demon who’s killing the witches.” “What?” she breathes. “A demon is killing witches? Are you sure?” “Yes. I need you to show it to your grandmother and see if she knows the demon’s name. If I get a name—”

“T-thats not true, I only think of you cause you are always in my head and I-“ “You think I have the power to make you think of me?” He asked and I frowned. “I might be a demon Kaliya but I only come when I am invited, you invited me” “B-but i didnt want that I j-“ “Dont go acting like this is all on me, I know you feel some sort of guilt for your sister but this is a different reality, here it is just us, no Lumi and we can decide how we want it to go”