Demon Bats Novels & Stories

All I knew was that if it had anything to do with that demon on the computer then this might be worse than I thought. “Okay,” she said in between her sobs, she continued in telling me about her dream, not leaving out a single detail. She told me about gashes that had appeared, how she had mumbled some sort of chant under her breath and how the demon had appeared. Abby cuddled in my arms and explained how it had disappeared after the symbol had been revealed. Even now she had thought that she had woken up and had seen it in the mirror and woke up in a start. “Then, I came straight down here, those eyes burning in my mind, to research everything on the computer. I found out that the beast is a

The tall, lanky and long-faced Demon expert looked up at the sky with a hideous smile, striding toward Dao Qingcheng. His mouth suddenly turned into a long black proboscis, gleaming with a dark grotesque light. The Demon Clan on the Blood-Sampling Peak was actually a sect of giant cultivating mosquitoes. They liked to suck the blood of their prey dry with their long proboscises. “Killing these two reckless minions is just a small lesson. Haha, pathetic human vermin, you will soon know that this world belongs to the Demon Clan!” With a hideous smile, he suddenly bowed his head, extending his needle-like proboscis toward Dao Qingcheng's heart. The man could not move at all.

Their charge stopped the moment they saw the Second Peak. The once serene view of an immortal mountain was broken by the sight of about fifty spiritual beasts that had the appearance of human-sized bats with silvery skin. Arctic Fox Bats. Flying-type monsters had much higher speed than other monsters of the same rank, in addition to having a very wide field of vision. They were the type of monsters even experienced beast hunters found extremely difficult to deal with. ‘This won’t be easy,’ he could not help but think as he looked up at the situation on the terrain dubbed the Second Peak. The beasts were all in the middle to late Foundational Spirit Realm. ‘We need at least a Protector to pav

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

Of course, demons have no worries; the return of the bloodsuckers wouldn’t affect them, but it might ruin the lives of my people. “What’s so funny?” I almost growl the question. Annoyance and irritation slowly cloud my judgement, and if this man weren’t the newfound father, I’d probably try to kick out his damn teeth. He’s testing my patience. “Lazarus, son,” he slaps his massive hand on my shoulder and shakes his head. “I never mentioned vampires, so you don’t have to freak out about them just yet. What I meant are the leeches we know in the underground, hell. The soul eaters, we call them leeches. They have a specific scent only demons can sense – it’s like sulphur or something close to it

my demons said. Aiden moves back in fear. Dagon and sathanas are my demons. They have no body , they are just like a shadow . An ordinary human can't see them. The most powerful demon I possess is abaddon meaning destroyer. I only summon him when things get bloody. Once he's out no one can stop him. My demon started laughing. "Seriously Damien, did you actually summon us to fight with cockroaches". Dagon said. One thing I hate about them is they are disobedient and playful. They refuse to go when their work is done.

There were at least six of them, moving among the trees with that blurred speed that made them look like ghosts. And with them, something else. Something big. The demon emerged from the forest like a stain of darkness taking shape. It was larger than the lesser demons described in the reports. Nearly eight feet tall, its skin like volcanic stone cracked with glowing lines of fire like veins of lava. Its eyes were burning yellow embers, and sulfurous vapor rolled from its open mouth, warping the air around it. The vampires flanked it. One held something small and glowing in his hand and murmured words I recognized immediately.

Just leverage and timing. “Come on, then!” he shouts, squaring up. The demon shrieks and dives, wings cracking thunder. Talons reach—razor-long, wet, black. Scott swings. The bat cuts air, missing by inches. The gust off its wings hits like a wave, knocking him sideways. He rolls, boots scraping asphalt, comes up ready again, breath loud in his own ears. “Come on, you bastard!” he spits, planting his feet as the night terror demon swooped around in the darkness, readying itself for another attack.

We all turned to the open room and all the bats had gone mad, they had morphed into blood thirsty demons. I watched in horror as they sank their teeth into the man and pulled out his flesh. I slapped my hand on my lips covering back the scream, in a matter of seconds those things tore out flesh and muscles until all that was left of the man was bones and patches of muscles here and there.

a scout whispered, “there’s one of them—on the lake. About fifty yards out.” Each Demon Lord sat mounted on a beast. Lucifer rode a lion—enormous and radiant with corrupted majesty. Beelzebub straddled a starving she-wolf, its bones protruding through its mangy coat. Satan, on a chained leopard with a spotted pelt of gold and fire. “Sound the horn,” Satan commanded. “March!” --- The light bombs detonated. BOOM! CRACK! THUNDER! The forest lit up like a battlefield. Explosions tossed demons like rag dolls.