Ashen Demon の小説・ストーリー

I watched Asher's face contort into something hideous and then return to his normal features. "What was that?" I asked Einar. "He is possessed by his dark half…a demon," he whimpered. Cailean instinctively bit down on his arm and was dropped to the floor after sending a jolt through his small body into Asher's arms. He scampered to my side quickly and looked horrified at me.

Patience was a weapon, and when the time came, he would strike with precision and fury. His phone buzzed on the desk, snapping him out of his thoughts. The screen flashed with a name— ‘Demon.’ Damian picked up without hesitation. “Talk.” “I’ve got eyes on him,” Demon’s gravelly voice rumbled through the phone. “Asher’s been laying low, but not well enough. He’s moving in the underworld, making deals. I’ll have him cornered in a matter of days.” Damian tightened his grip on the phone. “No mistakes. I want him alive.”

How is he the king of demons when demons and wolves hate each other to the core? “You have so much explaining to do and let’s hope Lillian doesn’t kill you for real this time. She is very hormonal right now, but I am happy your sorry ass didn’t die,” she said, smiling at him. Asher smiled at her back, dragging her to him. Bellona wraps her arms around him. She is so happy he is alive. Asher is like the brother she never had, very goofy, but deadly when it comes to his loved ones. She doesn’t care what supernatural he is, even if he is a merman. He will always be her brother.

He said as he feel an excruciating pain. That's right. Ash is a demon. I remember from the information I read in a book that when the moon is full the blood lust of the demons gets stronger. The blood lust of the vampire demons is quite strange at the time they can’t drink blood on the full moon they can weaken that they can die. So every full moon the demons always have blood ready. Pureblood like ash is human he needs unlike others who can already have animal blood. Only when the moon is full does Ash need human blood. I need to do something. Instead of following him, I came closer and his shout got louder. I saw that he was weakening. He had to drink blood. I equaled him. "Here," I said t

One layered over the other, over and over again, until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the next began. I immediately nullified Yexli so that I could focus on his present wounds. Since Asher didn’t appear even once in my mother’s memories, I didn’t consider her involvement. But his absence itself was suspicious. Still, now wasn’t the time to dwell on the past. I rushed to Asher. Lifting his head, I gently placed it on my lap. “Asher…” I called out, cupping his face. “Asher…” His eyes fluttered open in a daze before slipping shut again. He was still conscious. Barely, but still. For a demon to take a direct hit from a holy weapon while enduring the holy rain and still remain part

Asher nodded in the embrace, and pulled Miranda out of the chair. "Get Miranda and the others out of here." Asher expressed to Joshua while locking his gaze on Damien's turned back. "What are you going to do?" Joshua asked Asher, while Miranda glanced the Alpha's way with a panicked gaze. Asher's dark domes and yellow rims suddenly filled with an air of malice while he strictly focused his vision on Damien, like a velociraptor hunting prey. "I have a promise to keep." Asher expressed, referring to avenging Anise's death.

I know him without knowing how. His mouth is closed. Fear rises fast. Not fear that he’ll howl. Fear that he won’t. Fear that I’ve carried him through blood and ash only to pass down silence. “No,” I breathe. I reach for him. The distance stretches. “Choose,” I whisper. “Not for them. Not for me. For yourself.” His little chest expands. Then Ashen opens his mouth. The howl is clear. Not loud. Not violent. Not hungry. Clear.

I cast her a quick, cold glance, and I realize in an instant that is Renata’s ghost freshly settled inside this poor girl’s body, standing her up and forcing her to speak these fatal verses and take on a demon. Ashmedai has her pinned to the floor with a wave of his hand. I should feel grateful at her efforts to help us fight this thing, regardless of how it endangers her unwilling and much more fragile host, yet I feel my fist curl. I want to rip her right out of that vessel, send her straight to hell right alongside this demon.

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.

The kind of place men like him went when they wanted to feel invisible. I walked in at two-forty-five and spotted him in the corner booth. His gray hair was thinning, he wore a cheap suit wrinkled. The bottle of scotch in front of him was half gone. He looked up when I slid into the seat across from him. His eyes widened then narrowed. “You.” “Zane Callahan.” I leaned forward with my forearms on the table. “I’m here to settle the debt you owe Ethan. I’m willing to pay the four million so that Lila can have her life back.”