Dementors Novels & Stories

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

she commanded, derora removed her blade and tore her palm, in a quick spell she opened the abyss. Then she called in any creature that wanted to leave the pit, a hundred shouts of anger replied, with darathos releasing the energy to her, derora called them forth, In their numbers they flew out, from the greeteron demon of death, to the fedrakor blood hounds, the ugarrak flying terror to any other creature. They were all red, she bound them to herself as soon as they appeared, they all roared in blood lust, and with a single command derora unleashed them,

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

I told you about the seven types of magic. Of them all, death mages are the least popular. They're also called necromancers. Why? Say thanks to the Bright Saint and his followers. They needed an enemy, didn't they? Their parishioners needed to be scared and repulsed. And what's more disgusting than the undead? Or ghouls?

Stare added. June rolled her eyes to them without stopping. “They are many things our potencies’ aren’t in control of," Eye revealed. “Or should we say the inevitable process.” Ensure spoke after. “Yes, let’s call it that. I love the way you put it, Ensure.” Stare said then he looked at Eye. “A Regressor.” “The Dragons and the Immortals,” Eye spoke raising three fingers. “Not to forget the most important ones,” Ensure said after. “The Destroyer reincarnate and the Protector,”

they asked in chorus. “Why are the women frozen and who was that woman speaking a minute ago?” a guy asked in puzzlement. “I’m here!” Demetria said in her visible form. She's wearing a black ensemble with a flowing black cape and a sinister mask covering her face. She looks like a demonic woman rising from hell. For dramatic effect, she added the illusion of flames burning brightly behind her back. The men stared at the scary apparition in front of them. Dementia spoke in a commanding voice. “Boys, listen up. I will burn this room down if you don’t start fighting each other. Whoever stays alive at the end of the game will be allowed to leave the room freely. I will start counting from 1 to 1

They were brought to him, trembling with fear. Damon's eyes narrowed as he looked at them. "You stole from me," he said, his voice cold and deadly. "You'll pay for that." Without another word, Damon's men dragged the thieves away, their screams echoing through the warehouse. Damon watched them go, his expression unyielding. He had a reputation for being ruthless, and he intended to keep it that way. When it was all over, Damon returned to his car, his mind at ease. He had taken care of the problem, and he could now focus on more important things.

“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.

Chapter 93 Knowledge of Impending Doom "I know who it is!" Aethon announced, his voice bursting forth with urgency as he suddenly appeared before the High Council, his eyes blazing with intensity. This immediately got all of their attention, and they leaned forward, their faces tense with anticipation. They all waited, sitting on the edge of their seats, their eyes fixed on Aethon, eager for him to reveal the name. "It is 'Demenion', son of Jamal," Aethon declared, his words dripping with conviction, his jaw set in determination. The room fell silent, the weight of his revelation hanging in the air like a dark foreboding.

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.