Dementor Novels & Stories

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

“When the Vampire used that name, Asteria, I got chills. I realized then that it did make sense that it could be her, that it almost had to be. She’s one of the only Vampires that’s ever been able to create the sort of shields from Cassidy that she’s experiencing now. The other was Daunator, and he exploded, so I don’t think he could be back.” “God, I should hope not.” Eliza wiggled her shoulders, like she’d gotten the heebie jeebies. “You were there, weren’t you?” Jo asked, straying from the topic slightly, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Eliza nodded. “I was there when your mom and Christian used some special grenades he’d come up with to blow Daunator into a billion pieces

(Author’s POV) The ground trembled beneath the weight of Daimon’s monstrous army. Towering beasts with twisted, grotesque forms snarled and growled as they moved in unison, their glowing red eyes fixed on their destination. The air around them reeked of sulfur and death, a testament to the darkness that emanated from their leader. At the center of this terrifying force, Daimon rode on a massive, black-scaled beast, its fiery breath scorching the earth with every step. His eyes burned with rage and malice, his lips curled into a snarl as he clutched the reins tightly.

A hissing voice screeched out a few staccato phrases, and the dead man obediently unclenched his teeth. Delongh looked around furiously, his eyes caught on the frozen Vic. - You! No sir, it won't work. You can't command other people's dead. Nothing will come of it! He hissed furiously and turned back to the children. Vic exhaled, saw that Kim managed to rise from the ground during this time and, tearing the pale sisters off him, carefully seated them on the road. The guy was shaking, but he held on, his questioning gaze was riveted to Vic, he spread his hands - nothing else worked. Kim shook his head hopelessly. The magic beam of the sorcerer-delonkha again tore the space and hit the protect

Damien asked her, jerking her back from her wild thoughts. She ignored his question and simply went back to what she was doing. While Damien still stood there watching her and saying nothing again, Elle then appeared from nowhere coming towards them. Ariel who was back up the ladder was immediately disgusted by the sight of Elle and she began swearing under her breath to kill her if she dared trouble her.

Suddenly, from the very center of the pentacle, a swirling mass of black smoke began to materialize, coalescing into a towering, amorphous form. This entity, devoid of any discernible features, exuded an aura of pure malevolence. Belle's heart raced as she took in the sight before her—this was her first encounter with a demon, a being she had scarcely believed could exist. Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying.

First Megumi and now the two of them’ he laughed to himself and looked for Megumi’s eyes in the crowd of people, but he caught Sachi’s and he winked at the older sister who glared hard. He went off to find more wine. “I don’t like him being here” Sachi told her sister. “He’s not doing anything”. “Yet” she sighed. “Sachi can you just calm down. My house isn’t on fire and everyone is still alive. Stop acting like he’s a demon”. “He’s not a demon. He’s a spawn of Satan”. “If he is, then what are we?” Megumi asked. Her sister again wasn’t thinking. “He’s human and nothing bad is going to happen during the remainder of his stay.

I yelled, pulling myself from the mattress to the headboard. My inner wolf was beckoning on me to run, not see him as my mate. "I-I'm looking for Damon! I need to see Damon!" The smile disappeared from his face, going cold completely. He froze, his hand hanging in the air. The heat rose in the room, and I felt it set on me. "Damon?" he repeated, his voice soft in a strange way. "The Alpha who rejected you? Is that your first thought after giving birth to my children?" His sudden rage overwhelmed him. The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating.

"He's just... gone. Like he never existed." "The Old Court can do that," Dorian said quietly. He'd been standing back during the fight, too old and weak to help physically. But his faded blue eyes behind his reading glasses were sharp. "They exist between dimensions. Can erase things from reality itself. The Devourer is the only weapon that works because it erases them back." "And every time it feeds, it gets stronger," Raven said. His amber-red eyes were troubled. "Eventually, Sera won't be able to control it. It'll consume everything."

Moments Later [Rina POV] The ward was purged. Well-wishers gone. Nurses gone. Silence so heavy it felt like being buried alive. Two men sat at the foot of my bed. Less like visitors. More like harbingers. Lord Dexter Valerius. High Vampire. Council of Ten. His seat cemented in centuries of bloodshed. He fussed over the temperature of my chamomile. Beside him, Morthos Gravemind. Necromancer Overseer. Fellow Council member. Spinning a soul-gem between skeletal fingers.