Castle Demon Novels & Stories

he growled, trying to snatch the camera off Isaac’s hand again. “We need to shoot this, Bran!” Isaac argued in whispers, stepping back quickly. “If it’s a demon like you say, we need proof!” Brandon growled something under his breath, turned his back to Isaac and crossed the room toward the basement door. The first thud stopped them in their tracks. “The beep -ing demon knows I’m here,” he snarled, producing a small flask before yanking the door wide open. He showed the flask to the camera. “Holy water. Now you’ll see. And let that little beep come.”

David yelled. “Yeah. The same mother that died when she was 4. The two of them probably look the same age. And Meadow is well aware that her mother is dead. That vampire is just walking around with her mothers face.” Lucas snapped. “How the hell can we put our faith in the daughter of a vampire. I know that I sure as hell don’t.” David yelled. Suddenly we all got a fright when Lucas got up from his seat and the chair fell straight back onto the floor.

"I remember being attacked by a dark shadow. There was even black fog radiating off of him." "That's a shapeshifter's real form. They don't exactly have a body. They appear as a shadow with fog waving off of them." At the mention of that, I got goosebumps. That sounds super creepy. I hope I would never have to encounter one again in my life. "Now, it's getting late. We should go." Damon started to lead the way out. "Wait, I want to learn more about you," I said while walking side by side. "That'll be for another day," he said and I didn't protest any further because I was indeed getting tired.

Callos. Meanwhile, Callos smashed through the door to one of the chambers and discovered a peasant sobbing in a corner, and another on the floor praying with a long satin blanket gathered over her as if to provide some sort of pointless protection. He strolled over to his lady and grinned to himself with delight in his heart. He snatched the satin blanket from her and yanked it away from her. However, it was not his woman who was beneath the surface. It was a woman vampire and a youngster who was involved. The lad spun around and hurled a dagger at the beast, striking him in the left eye with the blade. It sank deep, and Diana moved so quickly that she appeared to glide across the icy floor,

“He’s coming for you, little hybrid. Your mate won’t save you this time.” Damion’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, the veins on his neck pulsing. “She’s mine!” he spat, his voice vibrating with raw power. “Caleb wants you? Let him come. I’ll burn this world down before he touches a single hair on your head.” The ground beneath us trembled as his wolf fully emerged, invisible to human eyes but roaring in every corner of the castle. I felt it inside me too—his anger washing over me, a wild, protective force that made my body shiver.

His castle, once a symbol of power and immortality, was now under siege. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow on the ancient stones, and Derek's heart filled with a mix of anger and determination. He would not allow these rogues to take what was rightfully his. Summoning his loyal allies, Derek took swift action. His trusted lieutenant, Cassandra, a fierce and cunning vampire with fiery red hair, stood beside him, ready to fight. She was a formidable warrior, her skills honed over the centuries. Behind them, a small band of loyal vampires prepared for battle. They were a family, bound not by blood but by their shared devotion to their lord.

Kael lunged at the creature instantly, half shifted, claws glowing faintly. Darius rushed in from the other side, sword drawn. The stranger leapt forward with inhuman speed. The beast struck. Kael hit the wall with a sickening crack. Kaden charged, teeth bared. Darius’s blade sliced through shadow, but the creature reformed instantly. Damon watched, amused. Cassandra screamed. The beast’s head snapped toward her. And it lunged. Straight for her. Cassandra’s face went white. She stumbled backward, tripping over a broken stone. She fell hard, hands scraping against the floor. The beast opened its jaws, shadows swirling inside the void of its mouth.

But Zayn stopped hearing her and threw all his weight on the tree and his hands fell around her cheeks as he stared back at her pallid I was astonished by his blank look back, so she turned and immediately her pupils dilated and her heartbeat slowed in fear, he was huge and very long, dark black in color and very bloody eyes When she saw that legend that Zayn talked about, what was his name? Devil's wolf Standing on his feet, staring at them quietly He was a wolf, but he could stand like a human!

** Inside her chambers, Innis pointed her finger at a chair, looked me over once again, and disappeared behind the door. I made myself comfortable and didn’t waste time, releasing my power into the castle, calling out to spirits, as if I were the center of a thousand-threaded web. I flooded the halls and passages with my gift...and now I knew that what I had suspected was true. The founder of the Andago line was a necromancer, or he had lived there, even if long ago. I sensed it. The skeleton under the cornerstone of the castle was far from ordinary; it was clearly a lower demon of some kind. Several curses to those who would covet someone else’s belongings were etched on the foundation. Inn

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.