Demogorgon Dart Novels & Stories

Aries black eyes nearly emotionless right then. “Tell the rest I sent to hell hello when you get there Jorogumo.” Aries looked at his warriors. “Burn her until there is nothing but ash left.” She was a demon, an evil creature that had fed off the death of the unborn. The children of his people. He felt no remorse saying this and turning from her as she screeched at him. Hissing, but Aries took a breath. He could feel the venom spreading and he was bleeding bad. “Aires.” He had moved into a hall there climbing over a bit of debris in the way. He knew this way would take him back to the active parts of the keep. He looked at Daral. His second and most trusted. He looked very concerned.

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

Theo darted his attention to his Alpha, who held up his hand, semi-coiling his fingers. The explosive darts I stamped into the Gamma’s chest whirred, promptly detaching and exiting his chest in a light spray of blood. It flew straight into Valen's palm like he had summoned it. He hastily threw it into the gorge. My heart twisted; there went my leverage. Seconds later, it exploded before reaching the bottom of the gorge. Rocks shattered, emitting a small burst of dust and debris, dangerously jerking the rope bridge. It was a minor blast that wouldn’t have caused catastrophic damage, but was the bridge still safe?

With all eyes on him, Noah continued, “I suspect that the dart is made out of mental power. The dart doesn’t just disappear; it mingles into the target’s own mental power causing an intense rejection leading to a power rampage. This is also why blood tests and Shaw’s scans are unable to pick anything up. It’s not in the blood, there is nothing it can pick up.” Fynn’s breathing sped up, and he dropped the fork he was holding, “The dart was made out of mental power?! So you are saying that the dart isn’t a drug but a manifestation of someone’s power?” “I don’t know how it’s made,” Noah shook his head, “But I can tell you that it would require a large amount of mental power to make a single one

She said coldly, "I see that you're trying to be noble and strong. Fine, let's see how strong you can be." Morticia raised her hand again, summoning a ghostly ivory whip. Morticia could hardly contain her fury. She was one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs, and she was well-respected. No one dared to go against her will. She was furious because she had tried to keep Darryl alive in front of Archfiend Antigonus, yet Darryl was not willing to compromise at all. He must have had a death wish. "I made this ivory whip from the bones of a powerful Demon warrior ten thousand years ago. One strike is enough to make you feel like lightning has struck you. How many whips do you think you can take in this st

As if I will listen to you. My claws dug deeper and deeper until I located her trachea, I dug it out, and she slumped on the ground dead. “Nooooo!!” Morgana’s excruciating yells filled the place, and everyone who had been fighting before stopped. I smiled triumphantly at Morgana who was already by her daughter’s side, this is what you get because of your greed and evil, Morgana. “What have you done, Dante? What have you done?” She screamed and just when I thought everything was back in place.

In that moment, I sensed her strength waning; her powers were fading. This was our opening—to end her reign and the chaos she had wrought. Morgana, the puppeteer of the undead, could be toppled, thus ending the conflict. I quickly mind-linked with Brock to share my plan, echoing the tactics Linda and I once employed. I would stealthily approach Morgana through the trees, drawing her focus, as Brock moved in for the decisive strike. Together, we’d neutralize her and secure Yadiel’s release from her weakening grasp. In the maintenance building, I had seized a dart gun—the kind that would plunge Yadiel into slumber, thereby forcing Morgana to abandon his body.

I expected that; everything did come with a price, and I had learned that. I hadn't been quick enough to notice The Ghost take out an object from his cloak. His hand had also been fully covered with special gloves, just the same color as his coat; the object in his hands was a dart gun. I knew about this; I had seen him use it once. It was no ordinary dart gun; the darts were coated with a deadly toxin; it could incapitate a person on the spot, and it only took a minutes for the poision to spread, leading to a very painful death.

She jumped, holding her hammer as high as possible, and dealt an exceptional blow to the Centaur's neck. Blood flowed through the nose and eyes of the beast, whose skull was half buried in itself, and the beast collapsed heavily. "Aah... It's gone. The energy is gone! It's dead!" Morgiana jumped for joy, and several cries of joy rose up. "Hehehe, I got it in one shot, aren't I just the best?" Lilith puffed out her chest, Dora stared at the body, a little disgusted. "Meh, you didn't even blow its head off, I want a refund."