Dementor Novels & Stories

She swallowed hard then turned her gaze over to me with a straight face and wildness in her eyes and said calmly. "False alarm. It's just a bunch of muggles, I thought I saw a dementor." My jaw dropped and I stared at her at a lost for words. "A WHAT! WHAT THE HELL IS A MUGGLE?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND!" She turned back to the window and for the first time, I noticed two people on the sidewalk who looked just as frightened as I felt. "ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THOSE PEOPLE IN THE HOODIE?! WHAT THE HELL IS A DEMENTOR?!

I muttered as I smiled while I watch his own smile fade away. “Dumbledore Voldemort?? Supreme Alpha of the North territories??” He flustered as I could hear his heart beat so outrageously. “Yeah, him!!”

Director Bones filled him in on what she knew of their identity. "The black haired one is Larry Potter, the ginger haired one is Ronald Weasley and the girl is called Hermione Granger." Erik nodded while he watched Ms. Granger opens the door with an unlocking charm. As the door opened, the trio entered the room and Mr. Potter took a wooden flute and started to play some very poor notes with it. Then he heard the growling and entered the room after the trio and saw what was growling. A cerberus. A genuine three headed effing cerberus! As the three headed infernal dog raised its heads, Erik made a gesture of raising his hand in the universal sign 'stop', and the memory froze. Director Bones an

The horrid sight and odor have my gut retching to the pit. That’s it! I have had enough of this shit! Damon is a demonic incarnate of whoever the devil in hell might be. My tail of courage tucked between my legs in cowardice, creeps slithering down my spine and the large part of my brain screaming at me to get the hell out of here before someone might catch me sneaking in this place. However, as I was about to abandon this petrifying quest, the sound of metal clacking caught my attention. Snapping my neck to the source, my heart sank to my feet with what I saw.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

I asked him. “Marquess Ilca Noarem Usain Sloven?” dad asked. That’s quite a long name for a single person or demon. “Who is that?” I confusedly asked. “This man,” he said, then he showed me a picture of the demon that he’s talking about in the air and it was Minus. “That’s him,” I said. “So he also went to your world,” he said. “I think so, and he destroyed quite a few properties in our world and I dealt with him,” I told him.

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.

Immediately, Celeste and the witches began chanting, their chants echoing into the night, drawing their magic from the powerful eclipse. "Lithum gar pàre naim buroè." The witches' chants were affecting him badly. Cessair's hands covered his ears as he crumbled to his knees, his eyes shutting, as the witches began to move closer to him. Their chants held immense power, and the demon within Dimitri was fighting against it. Fighting to stay in control. And it won.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

Before I can answer, the door slams open. Damon enters first, a quiet storm wrapped in shadows. His movements are slower now, deliberate. His eyes gleam with something that used to be love but now looks more like hunger restrained. Even without being told, I can see that he doesn't have any feelings left in him. This man I am looking at is a shell of the friend I grew up with. Behind him, a witch follows, her steps making no sound at all. Morwein. Her face is hidden beneath a hood, but the smell of herbs and burnt incense clings to her like rot. My wolf recoils instantly. I know her. They used her too in my previous life.