Castle Demon Novels & Stories

She stumbled onto her side and one of the bodies twitched. Brown skin, ominous black eyes and wild curly hair like she was a Medusa incarnate, but actual hair instead of snakes. She glared at Danny as she stood up, and called her scythe to her hand. She would get rid of her first. She stalked towards her prey with a grin. She wasn’t expecting the hit to her body, especially her collarbone. She was tossed past Danny on her side. Sitting up immediately, it had been Dilia to do the deed. No matter.

“Then why do you look like a cat?” “That my dear is due to a curse by a powerful demon,” Hughley said. “Demon?” “Yes, My dear. He is known as Zai, the Delta demon.” “Talking cats’ Magical bats. Now we have to deal with demons?” June asked. “Never even seen a demon before,” Elizabeth said. “Elizabeth. Each of you has seen a demon before.” Hughley corrected her. “When?” “Every time you look in a mirror.” His words adding nothing but confusion and fear, Bonnie asked what neither of the other girls could.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

Inside the crumbling and decimated castle, the beast of black and white paced back and forth inside the rusty cage. The huge empty halls echoed with his loud and chilly growl. The beast felt her senses spinning, dizzying and bringing her to close and downright delirium. She pulled her hair as she screamed, disbelieving that she failed to kill Calleb. ‘What will the demon from the west say?’ ‘What will I do?’ ‘What can I do?!’ The sharp tips of her fingernails digged against her scalp, wounding it. As she screamed — Bathal, the beast howled along with her. His claws were sharp and had blood on the tips, the blood coming from clawing himself.

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

I entered the huge big castle, going upstairs that seemed like forever, with different fire from different angles. "Do not worry, Lucifer. They couldn't survive for a week," I heard a familiar voice say. The castle had so many rooms, and I followed the voice and stopped at a particular door. "The sound was coming from here," I thought. I placed my ear at the door, trying to listen to their conversation. I knew the devil was in here. "I want Destiny dead," an unfamiliar voice said. "She doesn't know how to control her powers," another said with a deep, corky voice.

He shuddered at the thought of the vampires, he had refused to believe that vampires still existed until he had seen Dracaryx and the others. The door to the room opened and Dracaryx walked in. Dante immediately went on his knees. Dracaryx walked up to him and patted his head. "Good boy." he praised him. "Thank you master" he answered. "Stand up" Dracaryx ordered him.

As soon as her eyes caught sight of Damien, she froze. Damien looked at the woman who is looking at him like a deer caught in headlights. Her appearance and her dressing is so unparalleling, it usually repulses anyone at first glance. But he is not anyone. He is Damien Bishop. He recognized her eyes, even though they are covered with thick-framed glasses. The eyes of an Angel, the eyes of his angel.

As dawn broke over the castle, Dominic stood victorious, his troops cheering in triumph, as they hoisted their banners and claimed Belle Morte as their own. The moon was high in the sky, casting a pale light over the castle of vampire lord Khal. The castle was a formidable sight, with its towering walls and eerie aura. Khal, the ruthless and powerful vampire lord, stood in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by his loyal followers, waiting for alpha Cyrus as they all had been kneeling after defeat.