Ashen Demon Novels & Stories

For a moment, she just sat there, holding his hand, allowing herself a brief respite from the storm that raged in her mind. “Demon,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry. For everything.” His eyes fluttered open, and he looked at her with a pained smile. “Don’t be. You did what you had to do. We both did.” Ashley swallowed hard, trying to keep her emotions in check. “I won’t let him win, Demon. I promise you that. I’ll make sure he pays for everything he’s done.” Demon’s smile faded, replaced by a grim determination. “Just… be careful, Ashley. Adonis is dangerous. More dangerous than you realize.”

Dale Asgorn locked into the mirror scratching his hair as he began to reflect on the current happenings, he wanted to get to upper rank two, next to Father, but his demon which he had put under his possession had been killed sadly, he had underestimated the Wolf and the goddess which he and Melinda had faced, and the rest was history, however questions lurked in his heart, why did he let him go, the one father was looking for, the one who went by the name Isak had chosen to spare his life, was it a trap or was he just that foolish? A week had passed and Asher had gotten back to full speed, he looked through the glass, the wolves going on with their day to day activities, things were not goi

Nyra and Selene turned to leave, shoulders touching in unity, but a soft rustle made them pause. Ember opened her silver-eyed gaze ;, she smiled sleepily, then closed her lids. Ashen shifted, her obsidian eyes fluttered open, just a slit. Nyra froze, her breath caught. Ashen sat up, small hand reaching toward the window’s last golden glow. She whispered, voice faint but chilling : “Mother…” Selene spun, Nyra’s heart thundered. Ashen’s lips curved in that same terrible smile. Her single heartbeat echoed… “I am Death.”

Demons—smaller than the ones from previous attacks, but numerous, their forms made of darkness and malice and ancient hunger. "Did you think I'd come alone?" Asher laughed beneath me, then bucked me off with inhuman strength. "I have an army, little brother. What do you have? A handful of wolves and a human who can't decide if she loves you?" The words hit harder than his magic had. I shifted back to human, breathing hard, bleeding from a dozen cuts I hadn't felt in the heat of battle. The demons circled, waiting for his command, and I knew we were outmatched.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

They say dragons never truly die. No matter how many times you kill them. ―Suzanne G. Rogers,?Jon Hansen and the Dragon Clan of Yden Randolph Belishaw stumbled down the alleyway, falling against a trash bin. His cold body shook. He couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Blood trailed down his cheeks as he clawed the sides of the metal dumpster and tried to stand. Must get to Jodie. Must warn Mikhail.

“So today we were tryin’ a new dance routine and during the splits Charlie farted, and it stunk… like, really stunk, but everyone started laughing sooo hard and… huh” The door opened, Melody looked past me to look at the person at the door. I didn't turn back to look like I thought it was Anna, until Melody said. “Oh… it’s the man from the pictures.” I turned around confused to meet the wide eyes of Asher staring intently at Melody like he had just seen a ghost. Oh shit… oh shit… oh shit “Mom? I’m scared”

He smirked the moment he saw me, that kind of smirk that never reached his eyes. “Well, look who crawled back,” he said, voice slick and playful. “You sure you’re still one of us, Ash? ’Cause word is, you’ve been getting soft.” I ignored him and kept walking. He followed like a shadow that wouldn’t quit. “I’m just saying,” he went on, “Griff’s losing faith. Man needs soldiers, not saints.” “I’m not here for a sermon,” I replied, grabbing a beer just to keep my hands busy. My fingers shook around the bottle. I hated that he noticed.

God help her, she did. And love in a house built on ashes was the most dangerous fire of all.