Crawler Demon Novels & Stories

A net of darkness erupted from her chest and swept through the tunnel, sweeping over the female’s image and her smile finally dropped as she screamed. Freya didn’t let go. She swept the net of darkness further, touching every surface and the answering scream was her reward. The illusion dropped and the woman disappeared. The larva disappeared, and the tunnel lit up with the blue gems once again. While the female was gone, right there was a creature as small as a cat with huge milky eyes and a long mouth. There, that was the Exhumer. Her eyes met its and it opened its wide mouth, several tentacles that were five times its size streaming out of his throat and she let her darkness explode from

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.

From the darkness below, a figure emerged—a being of pure shadow and flame, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. I gasped, my blood running cold. “What is that?” Darius’s smile was cruel as he watched my reaction. “This, Sera, is our ultimate weapon. A creature forged from the darkest depths of the Abyss, bound to the Apocalypse Key. It’s a being of immense power, beyond anything you or your precious artifact could hope to control.” I stared at the creature, my mind reeling. It was like nothing I had ever seen—its form constantly shifting, flames licking at its shadowy body as it moved with an unnatural grace.

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.

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

These things feed on power and fear, the power that draws them to the strongest here, and negative emotions that are plentiful from the warriors who fear the beasts from the other world. “I’ll be fine,” I say, “I’ll take it-” A surge of sickening pungent darkness pollutes the air, and I jump back as another fissure opens in the ground and I see four crawlers that look similar to Azarakh rush forward. They are bigger than the others and look far more intelligent. They don’t care about power or attacking to kill all like the other crawlers. These have their dark, evil eyes fixed on me. “Hecate’s spawn…” one of them hisses before all four are in front of me, raising their knife-like claws.

Judging from the carcasses, and dried blood platters, this where mother hid her research specimens, and successful chimeras. The place was silent, but for sure I could feel killing intent in all directions. In a sense, these were all my indirect siblings… nevertheless we were made directly through mother's own flesh and blood, furthermore, our race was made with the best materials, two of which is the reason why I'm here. I walked slowly and saw a Dracaena Ghoul, a carnivorous monster that sneakily attacked me from behind. I deflect it's metallic tentacles with my sword and dash across it, skill was activated.

"There were so many bugs, what if one of them got Bettany?" "Mango wanted to go over to take a look, but Tristan held onto her tightly." "You must believe in Bettany. If Bettany can't handle it, everyone here may die." Tristan was definitely not exaggerating. Mango's face suddenly turned pale. What on earth are those? Why are they that terrifying? "Mango had rarely seen such a scene, so her legs couldn't help but go weak." "Tristan whispered, ""Tomb Crawlers.""" What? Those worms are called Tomb Crawlers. I read about them in the Hikasa Manual before. They were used to protect bodies and coffins from tomb thieves. I didn't expect them to be here.

The Devourer rose from the cracked earth like something born from nightmares. Its body was long and sinuous, covered in dark scales with pulsing purple veins that glowed brightly in the night. Its eyes fixed on my belly with pure hunger. The pull started immediately, a strong invisible force tugging at the pup inside me. I cried out in pain and fell to my knees. It felt like something was trying to rip the baby out of me. Damien roared and threw himself between us. “Get away from her!” he snarled, even though he could barely stand. Blood still poured from his wounds, but he refused to back down.

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.