Dementor Novels & Stories

He is trying to backstab his brother who loved him like his son. And Kiora? Fuck, she is here. That bitch used ‘Demonic Arrow’ and turned Cal against Zac. Demonic Arrow is one of the most dangerous spells which is used to hypnotize people and turn them into your puppets. The people lose their identity and become slaves of the masters, the person who had cast that malefic spell on them. They could do anything even murder as their sanity is at the helm of their master who then makes them dance to his tunes.

He tumbled along the ground and stopped motionless, lying like a broken doll. “No!” I didn’t even realize at first that it was me who had cried out. Was he dead? No, his soul wasn’t flying away! And even if it was, I would get it back. I was a necromancer, dammit. Rage and desperation flashed inside me, and my other half got the upper hand. Instead of banishing the devourers with my necromantic power, I immolated them with a stream of scorching flames. It didn’t really matter anymore, though.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Coop reared back as if slapped, “What the fuck? Den, listen to me. We can’t do this. We can’t mess around with this shit. Look at that thing!” The candles were extinguished again, and the thing standing in the middle of the circle was back. Slowly, it began to move. It’s bones grinded against one another as it lifted one of its arms and pointed a single, needle-like finger…right at me. “It’s…it’s…it’s…” Sarah stammered, “It’s pointing at Ophelia.” “Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!” Denver commanded, “Speak your name at once!” “I am Abaddon of the Pit.” It spoke.

"My daughter is a Hunter, either way—" "She is not!" The woman insisted, her voice slightly raised. "And the Caucus are so stupid that they'll believe she is one." She paused, then walked closer to the demon and crouched in front of her, her blue eyes steady. "You need Madeleine in order to grow stronger, because she's the final ingredient that has to be in that cauldron. I need her to be dead, because she's a fucking red light in this world. What do you think?"

So, what I am saying is if you’re going to date a person, that person should be the one you’ll marry in the future, re and he’s/she’s going to live here for the rest of his/her life. Right! We have Hell Cemetery in here, it’s not that far away from our house. We call it Hell Cemetery because only part of hell’s family is in there. “What’s his name, Sara?” Mom asks while drinking a glass of water. “C-Charles... his name is Charles, Auntie.“ she replied. “Complete name Sara, tell us more about him.” Tito Rommel muttered.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

The spirit had dark aura emitting from it and it was going to possess Jasmine It was echthra, the spirit of hatred, it fed on humans evil thoughts "Oh no!! Echthra... Lucy's spirit has been bewitched" he muttered and quickly divided his spirit from his body He grabbed Lucy's hands and that moment, time stopped with only Lucy's spirit and his that was conscious "What do you think you are doing?" He asked and touch her forehead with his palm. He was performing some kind of exorcism on her and immediately she regained her senses "Who are you?" Lucy asked

he growls and I flinch as tears fill my eyes. I turn to walk away when I felt Mackenzie take my hand. I look back, looking between her and my boss with scared eyes. "She was thanking me for saving her life. Your employee was nearly sexually assaulted in your restaurant," Mackenzie says in a protective tone. "Who do you think you're talking to," Mr Jones snarls in her face. "Sir, do you know who you're talking to," the man from before asks and Mr Jones turns to him. "She's the Dhampir, Mackenzie."

Until one of the oldest among them, Katarina Demidov, broke the tension with an icy voice: “He has returned.” Everyone knew exactly who she was talking about. The Herald of Darkness. The Hunter of Balance. Called the Final Judgment in ancient grimoires. The entity that could not be corrupted, bought, or controlled. The one who extinguished anything that violated the natural order of the worlds made no deals. “They say he absorbs sins with the flesh of their own creators,” whispered one of the alchemists. “That his body… is made of all the monstrosities he has destroyed. That every living part of him is a condemnation.”