Dementor Novels & Stories

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

“Anyone who doubts where they stand, leave now. But know this, if you stay, you stay until the end. I will hold no grudges on you, and I will hold the line going back if you choose to, but at least you would have the courage and the strength to say that you do not want to be part of it. I do not like it when someone steps back halfway because of fear, because right now what we are going to do, it's going to demand courage, not fear and not running away. Those two options are not going to be an option.” No one moved. Good. A deep rumble shook the earth beneath us. Dust fell from the beams overhead. Outside, a howl, not wolf, not human, split the night air like a blade. I swallowed hard. She w

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale silver glow over the great hall of the Crimson Citadel. Within its stone walls, a storm of judgment brewed. Rows of vampires, nobles and elders alike, filled the arched chamber, their crimson eyes gleaming with anticipation and disdain. At the head of the hall sat the council of judgment—King Draven, with his dark crown of thorns, Queen Aurora beside him in regal silver, and five ancient elders robed in twilight silk.

A twisted figure cloaked in shadows, its presence felt like a black hole, pulling all light and hope into its void. Shifting back into my human form, I knew close combat wasn’t an option as a wolf. This fight needed the precision of Xael’s magic, not brute force. Damon followed my lead, and we hurled spell after spell at the necromancer, but it deflected our attacks like they were nothing more than paper arrows. Then I heard it—a scream that froze the blood in my veins. “Heather!”

I couldn’t even figure out the right question to ask. “That’s Kimball,” Dor said, his voice tight. I’d never heard him more than casually interested. This was the Dor-version of freaked the fuck out. “That’s —” He dissolved into a string of words in his own ear-twisting language, spat out in a fury. “That’s necromancy, that’s a fucking abomination. It’s meant to make him invincible, but he won’t come back from that, not as himself.” Dor turned to me, his face set. “Stay here. Do not go more than five feet from the spell circle. You’re hidden here, from the weres, at least.”

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

He had killed over fifty female vampires in a roll. "How's the girl?" Aleister asked taking a seat next to him. "Just fine,speaking of the devil," Vador replied giving Ava who was coming down from the staircase an intense look.The dining room was huge as it had more than thirty chairs across the large table. It was hard for Ava to locate the living room as the mansion was huge with many rooms in it. "And who are you?" Vandora asked looking at Ava. Vandora was the head of maids and was one of the maids satisfying the lord's thirst and sexual desires,a sex toy perhaps.

His total possession showed evil imbalances, making possible a blend of the two intrinsic personalities inside the vessel. His power is greater than that of the most powerful witches and appear to be almost impossible to kill with human weapons, as their wounds heal in a matter of seconds without causing the slightest pain as if stabbing a puppet. The Dark Lord is a trickster in the greatest degree, able to whisper in the ear of men exactly what they want to hear, manipulating them to make the most nefarious actions, with the promise of power, wealth, health and everything that anyone could want. His magic, as rough as it is mainly based on bloodshed and violence of all sorts, to the point t

Davina The next few weeks pass by unbearably slow. Uncle Gabriel has been working with a guy named Dimitri on gathering everything they need for this spell to remove my seal. From what I understand, Dimitri is the leader of the witch and warlock group called a coven and he’s hundreds of years old. I continue to wait patiently and stick to my normal routine. I don’t want the girls to know yet. I finally met his mother last week and immediately we grew fond of each other. She is really nice. Derek continues to come around to hang out with me and the girls. They both really like him. He will even help them with their homework while I’m cooking dinner. He’s over again today having a iced tea par

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.