Dancing Demons Novels & Stories

The air is thick with the scent of cheap liquor, roasted meat, and the musky pheromones of a hundred different bloodlines letting off steam before the winter drills. Damon keeps his arm locked securely around my waist, guiding me through the shifting, sweaty crowd as bodies part instinctively before his demonic aura. He pulls me toward the center of the dance floor, his large frame shielding me from the chaotic movement of the crowd as the music drops into a low beat that seems to vibrate directly through the soles of my shoes.

Amber started feeling very awkward with Demon's closeness, so she pushed Demon away and said, "I dance for you." Demon laughed at this, it was clearly visible in Amber's eyes that she too was in love with Demon but she was just confused that how could this be possible, she loves Elijah again, why did this unknown person create panic in her heart? Used to be. Amber was standing in thought when Damon sat at his place and said, “Today I want a lap dance, it is very close out, don't even try it otherwise.” Due to Demon's threat, Amber stayed late and soft music started playing. Amber took a deep breath and started hacker dancing near Demon. Sometimes she would touch Demon's hands lightly and som

Dean smirked softly, amused to see the behavior of these two friends. "No life is as easy as our plan, Lord have their own plan," said Dean. "There is always plan B plan C until plan AA... like the column in excel, after Z there is AA..."' said Ariesta while shrugging. But Dean remains worried. These two friends try to play destiny. But he decided to keep his mouth shut, he was behind the scenes when they needed him, as usual. Now let them cool off their emotions. "Let's have breakfast?" invite Dean.

If he does not see what faintly strides through the dark night. So he turns again. He does not come to full view. He watches the figure move like the zombies from the video game. It was how the Apocalypse begins. First, a single zombie is seen raiding the streets but just as humans think they had it under control, a pack would lash out of a corner, charging towards them. No! Don't think that. Zombies are not real.

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

I can do this, I will do this. **** ZERON I watch my sister as she ushers the human out of my sight. I move towards the window and rest my forehead against the window. Fog instantly appear on the glass as soon as my cold breath touches it. I close my eyes, feeling my heart squeeze. I don't deserve her. She doesn't deserve to be dragged into my mess either. She deserves better. No matter how much the darkness has infiltrated my mind, each time I see her, it feels like I'm just waking up from a deep sleep. I have no idea how she manages to do that. One minute I'm thinking about hurting her, the next minute, she gazes at me with her beautiful eyes and I swear, my heart falters. Holding back the

At the time we were both always hungry and freshly cooked food was always better than conjured food. As I entered the kitchen I noticed the place was quiet. The servants that worked in the kitchen were mostly lower level demons. They were the ones most people think of when they hear the word demon. They were typically small, no more than three or four feet tall and had colorful scaly skin and dark or red eyes. These types of demons were not able to make deals like the upper level demons. They were typically used as minions. In the old days we would use them to scope out potential deals, to find the people most desperate for our help. Now humans always wanted something, they were never satisf

Anyways, back to the hierarchy. We had this groups of boys; the sports players? I won't call them that because some members of this group were in debate clubs and others were rappers in High Rhythm( the school music group), Mofy and some others call them Assholes and yes, Manny had managed to make his way into their group last term, God-knows-what he had he had to do; whatever it was, it wasn't legal at all. Saudis; a girls-only-group, obviously. If this was a Netflix movie they would be cheerleaders but the Saudis were a diverse group just like the Assholes. They could be the mean girls but if the mean girls were seven in number.

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

As Esteria and the group made their way to the dining hall, the atmosphere was light, filled with the lingering satisfaction of their morning training. They were almost at the entrance when a sudden, eerie ripple disturbed the air around them. The group halted, senses immediately on high alert. In the blink of an eye, three water demons materialized before them. Their normally fluid, calm expressions were contorted with worry, their watery forms shimmering with anxiety. Before anyone could react, the demons' eyes locked onto Esteria, their concern deepening.