Castle Demon Novels & Stories

All I knew was that if it had anything to do with that demon on the computer then this might be worse than I thought. “Okay,” she said in between her sobs, she continued in telling me about her dream, not leaving out a single detail. She told me about gashes that had appeared, how she had mumbled some sort of chant under her breath and how the demon had appeared. Abby cuddled in my arms and explained how it had disappeared after the symbol had been revealed. Even now she had thought that she had woken up and had seen it in the mirror and woke up in a start. “Then, I came straight down here, those eyes burning in my mind, to research everything on the computer. I found out that the beast is a

But he managed to keep his blush away. Stephen looked at him once more before he shifted. Callum was scared to see a mighty dark blue Wolf standing by his bed. If he had not seen it himself he would have never believed it. "Blaze is so beautiful. Isn't he". Saint remarked and Callum was in awe.

Kanyon grunted, his eyes becoming black as coal. "What is happening?" DJ question as his eyes darted around the room wondering if this was an earthquake. Cameron and Kanyon observed the cold steam billowing from the werewolf's mouth. "And why has it gotten so chilly all of a sudden?" "Someone is using dark magic inside the castle," Cameron whispered.

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

faces, dossiers, crime scenes, each a monster in its own right. “Diovolo Castellano,” Salvatore said first. A handsome man with sharp eyes and an arrogant smile filled the frame. “Daemon Castellano.” A taller, broad-shouldered figure with a scar running down his cheek stared back. “Draven Castellano.” The youngest, almost ethereal, his beauty is a dangerous bloom. Then finally... the last image appeared, and my breath caught. Draco Castellano. The man from outside the cathedral. Sharp features. Dark eyes. An expression devoid of warmth. He looked terrifyingly emotionless in the photograph. A king raised inside violence.

"We have one hour to complete the mission. Let's focus the bloodshed on the miscreants inside, shall we?" Melo shot him a glare before walking towards the front gate of the cemetery. He approached the large headstone in front of them and eyed it from top to bottom. It was larger than the others in the cemetery, completely conspicuous. For human eyes it seemed an ordinary, White Wolf's Clan cemetery, where the their tomb lies. But the Black Wolf's Clan knew better the secret that rested underneath it: Their city, an underground fortress that housed the soldiers and notorious criminals who committed a heinous crime.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

"I feel funny this time." "Annabelle?" I question Arizer. He looks over towards them and his face is one of relief. They had made it in time and Annabelle would become a vampire. When all of a sudden there is scream from the tree's. Asher zooms off to see what is happening. Everyone around the circle starts to whisper among themselves. Asher walks through the clearing holding Blaze, her body is limp over his arms. Oh no, no no this couldn't be happeing please don't let her be dead.

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

The demon evolved from the Seventh Apostle with its lower body submerged in the blood around it, the upper half making for a terrifying sight. "This is the power of blood, O' Mighty Blood God! Take this as an offering from your loyal servant, Cadillacia the Seventh Apostle. Feast away, Mighty Blood God," Cadillacia howled in demon form. Just then, Wilbur sat up fast and practically flew out of his room, shouting, "Ryder!" Within the next ten seconds, Ryder appeared in front of him holding his suitcase. Eileen had also appeared.