Crawler Demon Novels & Stories

“And I said I would not suffer to see you again, you bloodsucking—” I seize him by the throat, lifting him clear off the ground. “He may be a bloodsucker, but he ain’t the real demon here,” I denounce. “You are both abominations,” Sicillio grates. “You belong in hell.” I have barely a split second to react, as a tentacled monstrosity bursts out from that poured circle of blood at his feet. I go to kick it into the wall, but those teeth tipped tentacles are wrapped tight around my calf, tightening every second in sawing, deadly vice. It’s a fucking Cthulu fledging – a real pain in the ass, even in miniature.

It isn’t until I smell the rooting carcasses that seem to smell like a dead animal that has been hit by a car and left on the side of the road do I start moving and with the moving I catch someone’s attention, some unwanted attention. As I crawl towards Ash, I see some movement to the right of me; something is crawling out of the pile of bodies. I continue to crawl towards Ash, only faster this time, and I reach him just in time. The beast emerges from the pile of bodies and steps out into the light. I scream in horror, what kind of monster is this, its skin a deadly grey that hangs off its body, with wrinkles covering its body. Its eyes bright yellow but they have a faded tint to them. When

"It's here. Believe me. It's coming here." With a sense of suspicion, Sarah and Damon looked at each other. "Who's the destroyer?" In a mere whisper, Sonia spoke with a shaky voice. "It is a mysterious creature from the ancestral lore. Its primary food are werewolves. The witches and the people of the underworld has summoned it." Damon gnashed his teeth in rage. "First, we'd have to save her." Without hesitation, Sarah nodded as she helped take her over to the Crimson Eye pack headquarters.

"Brandur is one. You remember he is called The Destroyer?" She fought back the gratifying smile that tugged at her lips with his growing unease. Maybe she could scare him enough into abandoning his plan and tell her where baby Brand was before the wolves caught up to them. "And they are not just regular wolves," she continued. "They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea."

Dimitri felt too weak to pull herself out of Suban’s body, so, she could only rely on him for support. Krisen’s hand folded into a tight fist, causing his veins to come out as he glared at their actions. His eyes darkened! “This female is an imposter. Not only does she have a different smell, she invited an unknown creature into the woods.” He stated coldly, maintaining an unwavering stance. David’s eyes trembled lightly at Krisen’s accusations, and he stepped in quickly. “How is she an imposter? What creature are you talking about?”

the figure said. They looked. Beneath the cracks in the earth, something was moving. Something massive. Something that hadn't seen the light of day in thousands of years. "It's not a drone," Richard whispered, his face turning grey. "No," Joshua said. "It’s a Gravekeeper." The first Gravekeeper clawed its way out of the earth, its metal limbs grinding against the stone. It stood ten feet tall, its eyes burning with a cold, blue fire that made the drones look like candles.

The crimson eyes in the canyon didn't just blink; they seemed to ignite, casting a blood-red hue over the ash-grey snow of the Ever-Dark. A low growl reverberated through the ground, vibrating up my legs and shaking the marrow in my bones. From the depths of the abyss emerged a behemoth. It wasn't a wolf, nor a dragon. It was a Cerberus of the Void—a three-headed hound made entirely of compressed ash and obsidian bone, standing as tall as a watchtower.

"The Veil Walker doesn't consume life directly. It corrupts it. Turns victims into shadow thralls that serve the summoner indefinitely. Instead of mass death, you get an immortal army of corrupted wolves." "Also terrible. Keep looking." They continue research, each demon more horrifying than the last. The Blood Tither. The Endless Maw. The Screaming Dark. Ancient horrors that should stay forgotten, yet someone is actively trying to summon one. Marcus interrupts with a knock. "Alpha? The second candidate has arrived. Alpha Vincent of Bloodmoon." Hope groans. "Already? I thought he wasn't due until mid-morning." "It's eleven-thirty. You've been researching for three hours."

"[... I must not be careless by killing my precious shadow troops collections ...]" Dudummm~ ... Dudummm~ ... Dudummm~ ... Dozens of saltwater crocodiles in the form of shadow troops crawled towards Damien. Damien smiled widely. "[... As for you useless beasts, I'll just slaughter you ...]" Damien dashed towards the saltwater crocodiles in the form of the shadow troop. He clenched his fists and hit the heads and bodies of the crocodiles mercilessly. The combination of punch power and speed that is not inferior to Ansel Gaute Costi, the noble class vampire who has a special ability in terms of speed, allows Damien to go on a rampage without anyone being able to stop him.

“Listen, Nya, do you want to see what’s become of the so-called sacrifices or not?” An image of Gavin’s smiling face came to mind, one from before the Dragon Moon where he was claimed by this monster. She narrowed her eyes at him. Nya Gould wasn’t easily frightened. While it crossed her mind she might be crossing into a lair filled with angry, hungry dragons, something about Slate’s mannerisms made her trust him. Of course, that could just be how he tricked his prey into becoming his dinner.