Dementors Novels & Stories

Closing her eyes, she concentrated harder, trying to draw the visions closer, to understand their significance. The images shifted again, and this time, she saw faces—Elder Magnus, Elder Isolde, Elder Constantine, and herself. They were all connected to the disturbances, but how, she couldn't discern. It was as if the spell was teasing her, showing her the players without revealing the game.

"I can read your vile and sick thoughts. You all are a bunch of rapists!" "What are you - some kind of witch?" Gaylord asked, he had never come across a witch that could read minds before. "Julia, don't answer him," Dimitri announced as he and the others walked up to the scene. "Centaurs are the most devious creatures in the supernatural community, and they find pleasure in raping women and some men too." "Oh Vampire, you are alive. How did you survive that?" Gaylord asked. "The poison should have killed you."

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

My pulse pounded loud enough to alert the killer plants of my approach, and the stairs creaked with our synchronized movements. That crafty old crone had better not be leading us into a trap. I pushed open the door, only to find a white room filled with half a dozen statues, mostly of women, along with one of a bearded man. In between each effigy stood a two-foot-tall potted plant with serrated teeth sticking out of its tulip-shaped head. “What’s this?” I asked. “Never mind those old fossils.” Demeter emerged from behind a column, dressed in the white coat of a scientist. “These are the plants I used to destroy the Fifth Faction of Hell.”

My shoulders tensed involuntarily. The stone walls of the tower seemed to close in, suffocating me. My breath felt short with panic. No matter how deep I tried to gulp the air down, my chest tightened as if an iron weight had settled on my lungs. “SATOR,” the demon chanted, its voice echoing from nowhere and everywhere at once. “You shall reap what I sow for you. I am Tethys AREPOS, your owner. TENET, I hold you as my own. OPERA, you shall do my deeds and work. ROTAS, until the wheels have turned three times.”

Everyone felt it. The torches flickered. A dark shadow slowly appeared at the entrance of the courtyard. Three figures walked inside calmly. The three witches. And behind them was a tall dark figure whose eyes glowed with a terrifying light. Grok the demon. The moment the witches appeared the atmosphere of the entire courtyard changed. Queen Dorian immediately smiled when she saw them. The ministers looked confused and uneasy. “Who are these people?” one of them asked nervously. The witches walked forward slowly without answering.

A holographic map floated above the table, showing strange dark energy signatures moving toward their sanctuary from the north. “They call themselves the Eclipse Council,” Damien said, voice cold. “Ancient beings who survived the Lunar Rage by going into deep hibernation. Fallen angels, elder vampires, corrupted witches… they believe the world should be reset under their rule.” Serena’s hands trembled slightly. “And they want Liora. Her power is the key to their new apocalypse.” Kael slammed his fist on the table, cracking the wood. “They won’t touch her.” Damien placed a calming hand on Kael’s shoulder. “We need to strengthen our defenses. And we need allies. Old friends who survived.”

Every corridor seems darker, more strained, like the walls themselves are bracing for a war none of us can name. The war room is already filled when we step in. Rowan stands at the center, arms folded, his Alpha ring glinting under the bright light. Nyrielle's small but regal form stands to his left, face impassive with her staff planted beside her. The Elders are scattered like pieces of a broken crown. And the Dremari. He stands beside the brazier, his form which is more smoke than flesh and his eyes like silver flames. “You’ve returned,” he murmurs.

It can kill any demonic spirit, even the faceless shadows, but they did not die easy. The Inferus were agile, swift with their movements and above all could teleport from one place to other. That’s why no one has lived to tell the tale of defeating their kind. No one lived that long. I took a shaky breath and looked over my shoulder. Talia was trying to navigate the way to our room. She had her arm clutching her belly protectively, eyes shifting around as she tentatively took each step. My eyes automatically shifted towards Dean, he was indulged with one of the shadows, but I had no other option. Two of them were on me. I couldn’t drive them towards Talia. That would beat the entire purpose.

I mutter a spell and it aids the swiftness of the process, while I spin in the air in the tornado’s encase and things get damaged due to its intensity. Bodies begin dropping rapidly into a deep slumber and I still maintain my focus leading the spell to the end of the city. The air becomes lighter and the tornado slowly dissipates just as I ensure that all human life forces are made unconscious. I shut my eyes, quelling my aura, before opening them back to find all witches walking towards me. “They are dead souls from the underworld, both supernatural and human,” a witch, Hermione, says gesturing to the troop of pale-skinned zombie-looking beings that surround the entire space.