Demogorgon Dart Novels & Stories

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

No one knew what he had in mind but, whatever it was, the disgruntled member of the Bandits was not ready for that and neither did he know that the second in command would act that way. Quickly, the second in command dug his two hands inside his pocket. By the time he removed both of them again, two darts flew in the direction of the disgruntled member. The darts travelled at great speed and hit him hard both, in his abdomen. At once, the victim shouted in pain and fell. The second in command rushed over to him and pulled his darts out from his victim's stomach and blood began gushing out. Thus; the disgruntled member was dead leaving the second in command with no opposition.

"Come on, beg for it." Arthur did not, he would rather drink a dog pee. Begging wouldn't change anything, and he wouldn't indulge these demented women's dark fantasies. "Alright then." Morgana turned her head, addressing her servant. "Dora, prepare the spiked whips and fire them up. Let us begin." <><><><>

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

She staggered and nearly fell! She stood firmly and weighed the dart with her hand. To her surprise, the dart was extremely heavy. It was twenty times heavier than a normal dart! What kind of dart was it? It was clearly a flying knife! No wonder five blades could not stop it. Even one hundred blades would not be able to stop it with that weight!

Hayato said. "Well i got a loaded Desert eagle behind my bra and a G18 on my Laps... They're free to get it but not after chopping off their hands with the knives in my sleeves". Morgana said. Hayato raised his hand up and the guards retreated their guns. "Very well my lady shall we move to business?". Hayato said. "That's what I want to hear, i heard you could get me whatever arm I need ". Morgana said licking her lips. "Of course, it comes with a price, not money but an operation you carry out for me". Hayato said..

small blow darts with long needles smeared with something shiny and worst of all, silver daggers. My breath hitched as I stepped back with claws threatening to break through my fingers. “What are you doing?” I snapped. Their eyes darkened and I realized they were not villagers and most certainly not traders. There were Rogues! One lifted the dart pipe and I moved.. or tried to. The dart hit before I could dodge, with a sharp sting at my neck. My vision blurred instantly. “No...” I gasped, staggering. “Not… now…” The world tilted.. the sky spun and my legs refused to hold me. I dropped to my knees and another trader leaned over me with his face twisted into a cruel smirk.

Hovering over the men drool dripping from his razor-sharp teeth. The men moved quickly firing two tranquilizer darts directly at its chest. He managed to swat one away but the other found its mark. Exploding on impact a three-inch hole burning into its chest. Sizzling like acid the Lycan stumbled catching himself on the mantle, but the third dart made contact dropping him to the ground dragging the mantle and Darien’s head down with him.

Faelon hissed as Atlas used his fingernails to pluck out some metal fragments. "The ammo that the bastard used is made to cause catastrophic damage. Your back looks like hamburger…I'm hungry," Atlas grunted, causing Faelon to chuckle which in turn made him groan in pain. "Sorry bud, didn't mean to make a joke, but I am starving," the reaper said with a big grin. A heavy knock sounded at the front and both men eyed each other.