Crawler Demon Novels & Stories

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.

All I do is kill. The feeling of blood gushing through my fingers gives me a thrill, as I’ve never felt before. A buzzing rings out around me, distracting me from all of the death. I turn my back on the creatures and search for what is making the sound. While I do, creatures scurry around me, running for their lives. After a moment, I realize that the sound isn’t coming from the room; it’s coming from beneath me. Stepping back, I look at the ground as it begins to crack open. Strangely enough, I’m more curious than scared. Just as the ground begins to shift beneath me, what looks like locusts begin to zoom out. Within minutes, there’s a horde of locusts attacking all of the creatures in the

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

JD said. “Mom and Dad will be thrilled. They love the girls.” Renzo smiled and JD smiled back at him. Renzo then turned to Miko again. “What did you find in Cupid’s laptop.” “I’m still deciphering some codes and passwords but I got some information about their boss. He called himself ‘Hercules’ and it was rumored that he was on par with Black Dragon’s skills.” Miko reported. Renzo scoffed in response and glance at the now expressionless JD. “Well, let’s see about that.”

I was also dry and spotless. Maybe it was just a dream. ‘I am an asshole…’ I covered my face with my hands. How could I have such a dream? Did I secretly wish for something like that to happen? “Cara, are you awake?” The pager in the coat hanging on the rack rang. I walked to the rack and took out the caller. “I just woke up. What’s going on?” Claire’s voice came with a smile. “We did it. We created a new, less toxic individual. Wiles is saved… I mean, I want to invite you to see the new synthetic creature. Your father is on his way back…”

I noticed from the corner of my eyes that the whole hall was now watching what I was. It yanked it's hand out of her chest and pretty blue dress, bringing out of it a red pumping organ. Her heart. She fell to the floor motionless and it squished her heart in its fist and dropped it to the floor beside her in a thump. It raised it's bloody hand and I could make out that it licked it's palm. "The Draekien..." Morpheus whispered beside me. I sucked in a breath as it moved and something dark fluttered in its wake. Are those.... wings?! I didn't have much time to ponder on it as the thing finally spoke.

Calvin stated and poured him a drink. Little Starky boy just did my job for me. I had a name and a species. Demacores were extremely sadistic creatures that were created by none other than Douchey Loki. I did not know specifics, but I would learn every single detail about them that I could. It made me wonder if this was the asshat that I would be destroying. Draxthi hummed and took a sip of his drink, grinning when he tasted it. His tongue slid over his teeth as if savoring every drop.

The vast void beneath them churned menacingly as the shadowy hand, its fingers elongated like sinister tendrils, continued to climb higher, inching towards the floating platform. The very essence of the darkness seemed to drain the warmth around them, sending shivers down their spines. Elara, her eyes widened in horror, cried out, "What is that?!" The Celestial Being's gaze remained fixed on the approaching danger. "That," it said with a heavy voice, "is the Voidwalker, an ancient entity that feeds on the life force of the cosmos."

"I'm the only Underling that has ever been born." "Underling?" a woman asked. "Humans say demon, but they think about hell and evil when they say it," King said. "But I'm not bad or evil, and neither are my friends. But there are bad things that live in the Underworld. My mama and papa have to stay away from them because they want to possess anything that feels like human. We call them Wraiths. There are even worse things in the Underworld, but luckily they are trapped, like when my mama and papa were forced to stay in Limbo. Humans are so powerful that they are the only ones who can call the bad ones up to earth, but that made the bad demons mad. So they made the Neratomay."

A few hours ago, she was scared of losing her only child and currently, she is in an unknown forest. She looked around, hoping to find a place where she could rest her head and feed the baby. Luckily, she found a tree to lean on. She sat down and fed the baby while she looked around for wild animals or vagabonds. Vagabonds are rampant during this time. Blood-sucking demons also known as Night Crawlers. Cursed beneath the shadows of death never to see the breaking of the dawn - Buried in darkness and cursed to live till eternity.