Demogorgon Dart Novels & Stories

He breathes out a long sigh, then pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “Your mother has been a lot of help throughout all of this, but it seems the hunters have developed new toys after nearly going extinct,” he says, then slides something across the table towards me. It looks like a playing dart; definitely made out of silver and smells like baobab pulp. When I pick it up, it immediately sears the tips of my fingers nearly to the bone. “What the fuck!” “What the fuck indeed,” he says, picking up the dart and rolling it around in his hands. “Weirdest part is, it doesn’t affect werewolves or Lycans, so that is definitely not silver.”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

The job requires targeted strategies and calculations, especially until to be dubbed a Legend in this volatile economic period, that person must have a sharp intuition like a Damascus sword "This fool begged me to be his partner in crime, even though he had impregnated another woman. If I hadn't known him for a long time and understood that he was so stupid, I would have slapped him back and forth on charges of abuse..." Ariesta folded her arms over her chest. As usual in all sentences he spoke softly. But this one is really satire "Help friends don't be angry..." Edzar muttered. "If you had a little guts, you would have stayed in the aokigahara forest with Ayumi to avoid your father, rather

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

And she could because it was actually glass, and she raised a finger pointing at him still dancing. “Get Jun” he instructed calmly. He still stood there. Megumi had already hiked the hem of her gown exposing her garter that held a gun. “You know what to do, don’t make me repeat myself!” he barked. She removed the gun and fired. He got out of the way and the window went CRASH! There were screams and everyone scrambling to the door or for cover. Her gang weren’t far behind, and she didn’t waste time before firing shots into the lights, letting all the tiny shards fall.

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

That didn’t deter me because all I could think was keeping them away from Talia till she gets on the other side of the portal. As I murmured a silent chant in the air, a sharp metallic dagger appeared in my hand. I sliced the wind through the dagger, admiring the sharp silver blade winking at me. The dagger was sort of my gift for a job well done, something I got right after fighting the previous King of the throne. It can kill any demonic spirit, even the faceless shadows, but they did not die easy.

The shiny blade is buried in the Latroot's back. The angry creature drops down to its belly once more and spins around toward the glowing male. It's bixarre spider-like eyes blink rapidly as it assesses it's enemy, but the champion stays calm. The monster swings it's front left arm forward, and the Glortinon dodges to the right. He lands almost next to the creature's head and suddenly drops his elbow to the back of the creature's neck. The Latroot roars, and as it tries to escape to the left, the champion yanks his knife out of it's back.

It then took him about few seconds to realize that Lilith was purple head. “No!” He declared after understanding. “I will just put it that we have an unfinished business and I need her back home to fulfill her own end of a deal we made” he smiled slightly. “Oh ok then” Thygas nodded. “Good reason, very good reason actually but like I said earlier, I am not letting them leave Gorgor today” he stretched out his hands and two fine daggers with his world’s symbol inscribed on their blades appeared on his both palms. He played with the daggers a bit as they were still in this palms and then held them in a fighting grip before raising his head to look at them again.

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.