Dementor Novels & Stories

Isabella cried and beated the door but he strode away from there without even listening to her pleadings this time. Isabella found herself again in the same dark room she was so afraid of. Not she understood it very clearly that he is a devil, he don't feels anyone's pain, he only thinks of himself. He is a manipulative person who tried to manipulate her so she would submit infront of him like he promised to her. And now she hates him so much.

“The creature from her nightmares… it’s real, Chloe. It’s more than just a figment of her imagination. It’s hunting her.” Demika rushes in, her eyes narrowing as she sees Selena’s state. She kneels beside her, placing a hand on Selena’s forehead. “This is dark magic,” she whispers, her voice laced with both anger and dread. “This isn’t just a creature—it’s something conjured, something ancient and malevolent.” Chloe’s gaze flickers with recognition as she looks at Demika, a silent understanding passing between them. "This is what you saw, isn't it?" Chloe asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“We’re not here to fight. She’s here to help.” The demon scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer as his dark eyes flickered with impatience. “Help? Do you think a mere human can be of any help to me? Please, stop this nonsense before I lose my patience.” His voice dripped with disdain, each syllable sharpened by his growing irritation. “Ray, she's an Oneiromancer.” Damien sighed, running a hand through his hair before dropping the revelation like a stone into still water.

Hunter's grip on me tightens, but his expression remains impassive. Ophelia's warning echoes in my mind: "Dark magic will consume you." Denzel's malevolent ritual is succeeding. I feel myself slipping away, consumed by an ancient, malevolent force. My vision blurs, and I tremble, my consciousness hanging by a thread. Suddenly, a loud crash echoes through the room, followed by Denzel's frozen stance and crushing fall. His body hits the ground with a sickening thud. I gaze up, bewildered, and spot Alison standing over Denzel's lifeless form, an iron bat clutched in her trembling hands. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths, and tears stain her lashes.

he went quiet except for the swallow of whiskey. "Draven, the Dean at the school, he's one of them, he's got every camera in the place linked to his office," I said, glancing up at him as the tension in his jaw tightened. "He's the one that tried to unravel the cloaking spell before the alligator, he's a necromancer, and he likes to fuck with other peoples spells." I offered with little explanation.

Calvin stated and poured him a drink. Little Starky boy just did my job for me. I had a name and a species. Demacores were extremely sadistic creatures that were created by none other than Douchey Loki. I did not know specifics, but I would learn every single detail about them that I could. It made me wonder if this was the asshat that I would be destroying. Draxthi hummed and took a sip of his drink, grinning when he tasted it. His tongue slid over his teeth as if savoring every drop.

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

The time for the full moon ritual was drawing near, and Dante's focus was unyielding. Isabella, known as the Enchantress, exuded an aura of mystique. Her eyes glimmered with an otherworldly light as she chanted ancient incantations, weaving intricate spells that danced around the room. The air shimmered with illusions, distorting the perception of reality and ensnaring the senses. Alistair, the Elemental, stood tall and composed, his presence radiating an elemental force. He harnessed the power of fire, water, earth, and air, each element at his command. Flames flickered at his fingertips, water swirled around him, the earth beneath his feet trembled, and gusts of wind swirled around the cha

Abandoning Phalanx to head to the potion booth. “Who are you?” He asked in his characteristically direct way. The woman’s blue eyes widened, and she reared back. “I’m-I’m-” “You are?” She should be asking why I’m asking. Dimurah would. She’s that fierce. “D-Dorena…” He tipped forward on his front foot. “Do you know what you are?” A Watcher. “I do.” She said fearfully. Terror written over her face. “There’s precious few of you.” He remarked. Giving her a long look. “Be careful. There are those that would corrupt your light.”

I had not anticipated such sentimentality from Derek, but it made me proud of the young man he has become. He was only seventeen, but he had faced so much adversity growing up that it was hard for him to connect with people. His father was an abusive asshole who used him for his magic. Derek had the ability of suggestibility. It was not like Markov’s power. When he tapped into his magic, he could sway someone into doing something, but it was not compulsion. It was just a suggestion. Those with weak minds would fall easily into his traps, but those who were strong minded did not. That was why his father used him. He held leverage over Derek by threatening to harm his mother if he did not comp