Dementor Novels & Stories

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

-I really…dislike this demon- "Well, whatever your opinion, is it possible to remove the alchemy?" "Possible? Yes, by you or them, no. The only person who can dilute the effects is Daisy." he smiled, "So your time to use it to your advantage is very minimal, but whatever...the next question...was..." -Daisy...- “Let’s see, who am I? I am a demon level mage, Artimus Zentsuji Mosaic. Call me Zen.”

0 Special Abilities: Mind Terror (High) Lord Presence (Mid) Half Immortal (High) Heart Grasp (Mid) Soul Steal (High) Lightning Fast (High) Skills: Drain Touch (High) Physical Limiter (High) Torturer Chains (High) Stun Gaze (High) Cleaving attack (High) Special Traits: Cunning Mind Fear feeder Cursed of Undead Anchor Pride Descriptions: The Lord of all Lord in Dwertur catacomb dungeon, Born from the cunning and the corrupted soul of the Catacomb Warden Ankhle Poyi the 3rd. All spawn comes from it's twisted mind, Cursed to forever live in Dwertur to guard and torture any living souls that venture into it's lair. A powerful entity that plays and feeds on fear, avoid fighting if you doesn't poss

Axil asked, his voice trembling with emotion. I ignored him and continued my monologue, “I knew that a single witch alone couldn’t be so powerful as to summon both hellhounds and Medusa at the same time. She had to have had some help so who helped her? And why? The Dexter that we met earlier was a witch, not a werewolf. Why was that? The only possible explanation was that the person we saw wasn’t really Dexter, but someone else who wears his face and memories but couldn’t possibly come close to his soul. It was a possession.”

Her right breast is gone; she was chained and she is crying in pain. “Give me that!” She screamed but the scary beast appeared again from above. This time he has big, black wings that are shaped like bat wings and he is holding a metal stick that is bigger than the normal human arm. “No please… no!” Begged by the naked woman who is trying to grab my blanket.

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

away from the cliff edge. If the Boulder Throw would hit him, for sure, he would fall at this cliff. But before that, he needed to prepare himself for the monster's attack. Yman noticed that his deity Sistela was silent. It looks like she was mad at him. Floating beside Almina was his system deity named Cal. He was asking his owner Almina. "W-Why, Mr. Cal?" Almina was flustered, questioning back her deity.

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

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

Asked Ann with Alert in her voice. "What's that?" Edmund repeated after Ann's question -- Now that the suitcase with a bug was near Ann and Damon, he and Buster finally had ears on their conversation. "It appeared to be a black orb thing in the man's hand." Buster increased the magnification of the telescope. "This, is the Darkhole." Damon grinned at Ann, handing over the orb, "The dark magic vessel that absorbs souls." Ann sneered at Damon, "Liar! What about your body being the vessel?!"