Black Demon Shark Novels & Stories

She sipped water out of the glass cup she held. Alex stared at them speechless. How could they? "You don't quite believe I had gone down there to fight Sathanas, do you?" "At least, that's what is supposed to happen, right?" Chelsea asked Selena who raised a brow. "Sorry. I...that is what I saw." "Me too," Selena said and Alex frowned, furious. "Well, news flash, ladies. I didn't fight anyone, I saw the demons escaping to go outside. And do you know what they're gonna do?" He asked. "They're going to rip off every human one by one until there's no more on earth."

“Thanatos wolf Salem said he won’t let me go. I’m sorry, Dad. But you’ll have to give him one of my other sisters’ hands in marriage.” “You're right; another sister shouldn’t be a big deal. He only wanted you if you had your demon wolf. Hopefully, he’s okay to marry your other sister that doesn’t have one.” “Why on earth would Uncle Darwin want to marry a demon wolf?” “He said his first mate was a demon wolf, and she was killed. Demon wolves are rare to find in girls. Usually, only males have them. You were so young, and it was so long ago I honestly forgot about it.”

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

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.

she asked, her voice dripping with disbelief. El-Kharis stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the stone floor. "She is under my protection," he snapped. "That is all you need to know." As he turned to leave, a powerful presence filled the room. The temperature seemed to drop as a woman stepped forward, her aura commanding and fierce. Her long black hair flowed like a river of night, and her eyes gleamed a deep, unsettling red. Every demon in the room stood, bowing their heads in respect. Her skin was pale, almost luminescent, and her presence radiated a cold, unyielding power that sent shivers down their spines.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

The creature that crashes through the shrine's ceiling is nightmare made flesh. It's massive, easily fifteen feet tall, with skin like molten obsidian and eyes that burn like furnaces. Wings spread from its back, leathery and torn, blocking out what little light remains. This isn't a possessed human. This is a demon in its true form. "Malphas!" Pete's voice is filled with relief and reverence as he struggles to his feet. "Master, you came!" The demon—Malphas—surveys the chamber with those burning eyes, taking in the freed children, the interrupted ritual, Derek's broken form protecting me. His laughter shakes the walls.

My jaw clenched and I exhaled nothing less than the sound of a growl. Looking in my rearview mirror before getting out, I noticed the color of my eyes had changed to black. They only turn black when I let my demon out, the demon that craves the sound of screams, the smell of blood, the sight of fear in someone’s eyes, the feeling of their bones crushing in my bare hands. It had been a while since I had done any good and decent torture - Bradley and his group of thugs seemed like a great place to cure that craving.

I asked. The demon nodded and approached the border of the pentagram. "With your mother..." he said, his eyes ice-blue, cold, mocking. "That blonde girl?" he looked at Martha. "Yes. I was a bit too much for her in my true form." "Motes of Darkness probably didn't help either," I agreed. The demon smiled at me again. "So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?"