Demon Bats Novels & Stories

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

Following Steve's order, one of the shapeshifting demons suddenly screamed, "I can't wait!" Then, in the darkness, it spread out its wings like a bat, holding a pitch-black steel pitchfork, flying toward Caspian and Charlotte. The shape-shifting demon was like a giant bat. Its eyes were as scarlet as blood, and the two long fangs at the corners of its mouth flashed a frightening sharp light under the illumination of the night and flame. "Watch out!" Caspian's eyes flickered, and he hurriedly stood in front of Charlotte.

Chaze shook his head as Kane picked up the dead demon and flung him randomly. “No, not real demons. They are Chimera Vampires. Kane’s dad messed around with the bat tribe and made all sorts of abominations before ending with the results of vampires. Mind you, he was trying to make his own Chimera and failed several times. Demons are the result of that failure.”

“Oh Dawn. It’s not gonna happen. I know they can find the father.” Dawn didn’t react, she is figuring things out. Why can she forget about what happened to the people who got bitten by the bats? Now that she mentioned the bats, she remembers the blue eyed vampire. Bats usually have the black and brown eye color, so where in the world the blue-eyed bat came from? “Dawn? Are you listening?” Xio asked her. She realized she was already drowning in her thoughts that she didn’t even hear Xio talking. She cleared her throat before saying; “Ah yeah? I’m sorry. I’m just thinking.” Then shrugged, not wanting to think of the ‘unusual’ bat she’d seen.

“And what’s that?” “I want you to make me immortal.” His expression twisted with horror and disgust. “Are you insane? Demons aren’t immortal. And you want me to turn you into one?” Wait. Demons can die? “Okay, okay. But... how do you die?” “If we’re beheaded. Or injured beyond repair.” Duly noted: decapitation equals demon death. Then he started laughing. A loud, deep, devilish cackle that shook my bones. I closed my eyes, bracing for a fireball or something worse.

I yell, hearing the quartz finally shatter and hundreds of demons are now see beginning to charge towards us! Five seconds, Five Seconds, FIVESECONDS!! All types and shapes, colors, and beings frighteningly gained their way to the middle of the bridge. Yielding swords, axes, bows, snapping jaws and even some two horned goat looking guy! This was my first time ever seeing demons since Bahm had started allowing me in. IT WAS A HORROR!!! I was frozen in fear. Bahm suddenly throws me to the farthest end away from him and stands in front of my body, trying to perform a spell.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

I glanced down and the breath in my lungs died–the ground below me was filled with more demons and blood-curling screams as fire spewed from the hell. My perspective swirled. My breathing was gruff, unlike mine. The world around me flickered like I was in a VR game. A demon raced toward me and I lifted my hands to defend myself. That's when I saw them–clawed red hands. Not Thorne’s. Not human. Mine. They tore through the screaming demons, splitting it in half before slashing another across the face. Blood spewed from open guys and bones cracked like plastic everywhere I turned. A loud screech caught my attention and I looked up–one of the man-bats was flying toward me, jaws wide.

He knew that he had met his end. “Take him away!” Peter instructed. The special forces went to the basement with Greg. I followed. The moment the lift doors were opened, we smelt a strong chemical scent. It was not a warehouse. Instead, it was a luxurious and well-equipped lab. There were a lot of devices and blinking lights. On the rack next to the wall, there were a lot of test tubes. On one of the rows, there was a blue tag. It said: Angel’s Kiss. At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door.

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.