Crossroad Demons Supernatural Novels & Stories

“Seems like you’re forgetting the impact of the Allister brothers. One click of their fingers, and they could have everyone on the battlefield asleep. Theo overheard Ryker’s conversation with Ozark. Guess the new enemy I have made without ever meeting this said person in my life?” Rozol’s face twisted into a frown. “A lair leader?” I knew why he said that. It wasn’t unheard of that demons started fights amongst themselves for little to no reason. I chuckled bitterly. If only my problem were that easy. “Even better. Draven. Wanna know the icing on my already fucked up cake? The Brothers of Doom are alive.” I picked up a whiskey bottle from my desk, unscrewing the cap before tipping the bottle

“One minute.” “Take your time, doll face.” I arched an eyebrow and paused, folding a piece of paper as I looked up at him. “Doll face?” “Not a fan of that one? I have a bad habit of going straight to pet names when I meet a beautiful woman.” I narrowed my eyes. “I’d say I’m charmed, but I’m not.” Troy straightened up and tugged at the hem of his white shirt. “You’re Harley Cross, right?”

Aurora snorted, which I took as a personal victory. By the time the sun began to set behind jagged mountain peaks, we were all suffering in our own way. Paimon’s coat looked less crisp. Aurora’s ankles actually touched the ground. As for me, I had evolved into something between a gremlin and a hiking disaster. "We’ll camp here," Paimon said, stepping into a clearing. I blinked at him. "Wait. We’re camping? Like... with tents? Do demons even camp?" He didn’t respond. Just waved a hand and conjured a black tent out of nothing. It popped up in a puff of infernal smoke like a hell-themed circus tent.

a cool name for someone who can grant wishes, and in return, he must be rewarded with an equal value of the wishes, an eye for an eye, a soul for a soul, and a payment worth the value of their precious wishes. To summon this so-called Crossroad Demon, you need to bury a box containing some graveyard dirt, the bone from a black cat, and a drop of the wish maker's blood in the middle of a crossroad during the new moon. The demon will appear according to the liking of the wish maker to prevent him from being afraid and make him more comfortable while making his wish. Once the deal has been sealed, the wisher's soul will be traded for a wish.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

A maid came to fill his empty glass. "They are called the Demon hunters. They hunt down Demons of any kind. They also destroy villages who hid Demons. " He nodded. " Does your village hide demons? " I shook my head. " Why then did they attacked? " " Because they've always wanted to destroy Acacia. Even after the peace talks with our forefathers, they've never stopped invading our village at anytime. " I inhaled shakily as the tears threatened to leave my eyes. I shouldn't be saying this, any of this ...

“I suspect there are bandits around. Those are the crazed one.” Goosebumps covered Anastasia's body as her mind froze. Her face paled as she thought for the first time that Nyles said was true–the Dark one, the Demon Wolf–the pirate and the bandits were his people. Outside she heard clomping of horses. She opened the stutters of the window to see that a rider was on the left. The dirt road must have narrowed because the rider fell back allowing the carriage to go first.

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

mind link, spoke. I instantly teleported back to the pack house, specifically to the witches’ quarters where Celeste typically stayed, after hearing her call over the mindlink with some crucial information. Celeste bowed down in terror and murmured, “Alpha.” I had given my lycan form total power, and even she couldn’t bear to look at me in that state. Celeste, what is that? I inquired since I was only interested in the crucial information she had for me on my partner. “I was carrying out a ceremony in the witches’ cemetery to find Luna when an odd incident occurred. In the graveyard, I sensed a very sinister presence. There was something that was not of this world. “It was definitely a demo

“You hide in your towers while your people starve to death. You think killing me fixes the rot in this world?” Images begin to slam into my mind with the force of a physical assault. The demons in the crossing through the crack in the barrier...into the realm I see a mother in a dark hovel, weeping as she poisons her own children to spare the pain of having a demon do it I see a starving man beating another to death with a jagged rock, his eyes wild and animalistic. I see him skinning the man. I see him cooking the flesh over a meager fire...He was to sacred to go out into street because of the demons