Novels by crystaly

Moving away from Damien I stand taller. The lingering chills of the forest stick to me my like a second skin. I stop myself from wanting to shiver. I’ve ever knew this place was here. My nerves attach my stomach and I’m glad I chose not to eat anything this morning. I look at up Damien.”Well?. Get on with it.” I don’t see anyone in this place yet I keep his warning that something is wrong in the back of my head. When I go to face the stone that’s when I see him. I talk figure with broad shoulders. A long black cloak that reaches his knees. His hair is slick back without a strand out of place. My heart races as I get a good look at his face. I freeze my his eyes are already on me. Grey eyes with red streaks. I shift my eyes to get a better look. One red like going completely across and 3 vertical lines crossing over the first. All 3 irises blink at me and I look away flushed. Why am I so hot all of sudden. “What have we here?” The unknown male speaks and his voice slithers down my bac

Damien’s POV Ken stand by the front door looking at me up and down. She might be still suspicious of me but she’s taken this demon thing pretty well. She’s tough.”You randomly show up, move in and now you’re taking her back to ..hell.” Ken accuses me. I stand offended.”I didn’t just ‘randomly’ showed up” I clarify. “I was assigned to catch her and bring her back home.” She raises her eyebrows at me. Yea this isn’t helping my case. I rub the back of my head trying to think of something to say when Chyne comes down the stairs with a book bag. Ken goes to her and whispers. “Are you sure about this. Going back there with him?.” “Shh, he can hear us. It’ll be fine.” Chyne hugs her friend awkwardly and pats her shoulders. It seems she isn’t found of affection. Before I can wonder what her childhood must’ve been like she nods at me. ” Ready?”. “You can still change your mind you know,” Giving her a look that says we shouldn’t be doing this. But she ignores me as she has been for th

Walking Kenny back home we speak about what I plan to do about Damien which isn’t much other than the fact that he will be staying in my house for the time being. She tells me to be careful before she goes inside her house. My mind is restless the way back. How will I go about this? This has to work somehow. Blowing out my breath I open the door and close it softly behind me. The living room is empty as I enter it. Shrugging to myself I go to my room to wash up and deep clean my room. He must’ve go to check out his room so I don’t bother looking for him. I close the door behind me and start to take off my shirt when my door opens.” There’s not any soap on my bathroom can I us-“ Damien stops mid sentence and he finally notices I was about to undress. “Get the fuck out!”I tell him and he rushes out. I go to lock my door though I’ve never had to use it before. For fucks sake’s he’s never heard of knocking?After I finished cleaning my room then myself I head to the kitchen to make somet

“..where are you going?” I keep on walking out the door ignoring his question. I’ll need to teach him a lesson on minding his business. Taking a deep breath I make my way to Kenny’s house. When in need call a friend. Right? It’s pretty late, hadn’t realized the day had passed until I walked out my door. The walk over is exactly what I need to sort my thoughts before I get there. I think on my actions and I’m yet to explain why I told him those things. I don’t understand him. Did he think I wouldn’t notice when we woke up? But the real question is why did I start to say those things. And yet he pretended to sleep. Why ? I guess I won’t be mentioning it either. Let’s not forget the ointment. I have no idea why I did it so I’m glad he didn’t mention it after realizing what I did it. As I wait in front of Kenny’s door. I take a few deep breaths. I mean we have been friends for about 3 months & longer if i want to count the times we said hi and bye. Yea no those were barely encoun

Damien’s POV “The truth is..” is the first thing I hear. I don’t open my eyes so she doesn’t know I’m awake. I don’t move a muscle, I barely breathe. What’s happening? “Peter was my first friend when I got here” She pauses and I have the urge to open my eyes and look at her. To see what she’s holding back. As she continues about me killing her friend the guilt tries to eat me alive. What she said earlier hit me harder than I’d expect. I’m not a lone dog who follows orders on a whim. I was interested at first to come to the Earth realm but after a while, after experiencing first hand how long, draining and lonely this search has been. I’ve been dreading it ever since. “.. I mean how can I blame you fully when I knew.. I knew I was target.” Could her resentment towards me be diminished with this realization. Hearing her sniffle does something to my chest I refuse to name. The simple fact is that she and I are the same. Two lonely demons trying to fit in places we most likely never w

Chyne’s POV This dumbfuck of a hunter is starting to get on my last nerve.” Stop avoiding my question” I tell him through gritted teeth but if I’m being honest I’m starting to lose interest really quick in this guy. Such a loser killed my friend and there’s not much I can do about it besides what I am now. Demons are hard to kill and to truly make sure they are dead u need holy fire from the all mighty’s throne room. To build your castle around the holy fire its just simply evil and cruel and screams power hungry. It was meant for the whole underworld when it was created eons ago but no one really knows the truth behind the fire. So without that piece this hunter is really just dead weight. Maybe declaring to kill him was an exaggeration. I sigh internally while keeping my face still and showing no emotion. What should I do? “What did u mean, kid? With what you said?” The hunter scoffs and rolls his eyes, he’s barely moved and I take a good look at him. Sharp jaw line, pitc