Demogorgon Dart Novels & Stories

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. Its bizarre spider-like eyes blink rapidly as it assesses its enemy, but the champion stays calm. The monster swings its 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 its back.

I let it come forward, let its strength pour through me into Darius. The black finally drained completely from Darius's eyes. He gasped, his body going rigid, and then he screamed. A sound of pure agony as the demon was forcibly expelled from his body. Dark smoke poured from his mouth, his eyes, his ears. It formed into a vague shape above him, shrieking in fury, before Morgana threw some kind of powder at it. The smoke ignited and burned away to nothing. The demon was gone. Darius collapsed, unconscious but breathing. His skin was its normal color again. The poison marks had faded. We'd done it. We'd saved him.

I drove the silver blade into the side of its neck twisting the hilt to maximize the disruption. The creature didn't even shriek. It dissolved instantly, its smoky form collapsing into a cloud of black soot that coated my boots. "Calista!" Thomas’s voice cracked through the room, a terrified gasp as his head snapped up. "Get the old man!" Morgath roared from the floor, his head snapping toward the catwalk as his jaw unhinged revealing three rows of needle-sharp teeth. "Kill her!" Across the room, Dante didn't move. He simply raised one hand his fingers curling into a complex tracking gesture as a circle of pale blue fire erupted around his palm.

Achilles eyes widened at Helga. “I thought that was just a myth!” he gasped. Helga shook her head. “No, he was a Demi-God by blessing, not by birth. He could wield magic despite being a vampire and his blood held more power than any spell or potion ever could.” Seraphina ignored their talking and continued hunting around the room for a dagger, she was becoming frustrated now as she couldn’t seem to find one anywhere. “Have either of you seen a dagger?” she threw her arms up in frustration. Helga picked up a dagger from the station where Seraphina had been preparing the potion, “Here you go,” she said sheepishly. Seraphina gave her an apologetic smile and went back to her concoction of herbs.

STR-186 DEF-155 DEX-31 Speed-56 AGI-56 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Fire Art( Unique) Dark Vision(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Unique) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Feral Lunge(Mystic) Hunger For Blood(Unique) Recharge(Mystic)] [Necromera- Mystic rank] Name: Nero Level 33 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP: 0/80000

demon:- what kind of weapon do you have, it might going to help in planning, let me start first, my hate is a big boom, it's exploded with a remote, and I have two guns in clothed name:- my belt is a flexible blade, which is very hard to handle, my heart ring are drone boom, I have to take a target picture, and it will follow it and kill my target, I have only two, and my whole dress is electrified, mean if someone touches me he get death shock, it getting charge if I move and walk,

, She tutored again, this time her voice sounding a bit deeper and her eyes wrinkled a bit as she stared at the men in the donjon, meanwhile Rachael and the other two ladies patiently waited for them to make the first strike before they did, though they aimed to at the men in the watchtower. "Fire...!", She commanded with a fierce tone and just like that, the ladies fired their shots accurately, just the way they had aimed for. The darts flew out of the blowgun, the flight of the dart aiding in it's speed and Swift movement in the air as the dart moved in air, moving in spiral form as it penetrated into the neck of one of the men who stood in the donjon. The dart flew, with the tip of the da

"You take the ground. Let's show the Hegemony what happens when the merchandise fights back." Dante didn't say a word. He just shifted—not into a man, not into a wolf, but into a massive, three-meter-tall beast of obsidian shadow and silver-tipped fur. He let out a howl that shook the very foundations of the Spire. I didn't wait for the elevator. I smashed through the ceiling, my silver wings propelling me through five levels of concrete and steel like they were wet paper. I burst into the rainy night of Aethelgard.

Black Shadow. Before she could react, a dart whizzed through the air, its tip glinting in the moonlight, and struck her in the neck. Sam gasped, her hand flying to the dart, her fingers trembling as she yanked it free. The world tilted, her vision blurring, and she stumbled, her knees buckling as a wave of dizziness crashed over her. “No,” she growled, her voice slurring, her claws extending as she fought to stay upright. But the tranquilizer was fast, its poison seeping into her blood, and she fell to her knees, the shale biting into her skin.

Their reputation and ego as the elite could never allow themselves to stoop so low as to beg for forgiveness. Begging for forgiveness was supposed to be something others asked for from the Redmonts, not the other way around. Morgan stomped on the ground and shouted, "Shut up, all of you! You're all just a bunch of worthless losers that are all bark and no bite!" Amadeus left and quickly returned to the courtyard with a blade in hand. It was none other than Morgan's favorite Jade Cutter. It was an unconventional weapon that had an incredibly sharp edge that could slice through steel like butter.