Demon Bats Novels & Stories

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

She not seeing me laughing or changing my words frowned. "Are you for real? Ain't you supposed to be like a hundred years? Oh you are a lycan. Lycans age slowly but you don't look demonic or is there an exaggeration on the history?" She asked looking at me. " I am a demon girl and I don't hide it" I told her baldly.

It was definitely different from the past wars when demons crossed to the land of the living through the gates of hell the humans have summoned. None of the demons look like an ape. None of them has red eyes and craving for blood and flesh. They all look like an elf. Creatures with long dark hair, pointed ears and tints on their faces like a birthmark. Their bat wings are larger than angels have remembered. Their tails are sharp enough to cut a huge tree and durable enough to dodge an attack from the sword made of holy light. "What is happening? Did they go on some sort of evolution?" Irena asked herself as she pants upon taking on an old demon.

Faelon exhaled harshly and shook his head. "This is my fight, I don't want you guys getting injured or worse killed. I know your father and he would be super pissed," Faelon fretted. "Are you going to go as your beast?" Atlas questioned. Faelon shrugged his shoulders and explained that he hadn't shifted that completely since his youth and was afraid of frightening Sophia with his complete form. Faelon was a large demon with red eyes and long claw-tipped fingers and toes with just a light coat of gray fur due to his Lycanthropy.

"But remember, the Demon werewolf is not to be trifled with. If you ever feel like you are in danger, you must come to me immediately." "Thank you," I said. "I won't forget your words of caution." The Lycan sorcerer nodded, his eyes fixed on me. "Remember, the Demon werewolf is a formidable opponent," he said. "But with the talisman, you stand a fighting chance." After thanking the Lycan sorcerer, my stepfather and I made our way back through the dense woods towards our home. The path was treacherous, and we had to navigate through thickets and fallen logs to make our way forward.

I answered. "Women?" She asked in a low tone. "Yes, so it's kind of embarrassing," I answered. "We are demons." She pointed out. "I know and that still doesn't change that I am a male, and you are a female," I answered. "Demons all bathe in the same river which is close to the forest, be it female or male, and they are allowed to make babies there because the water grants them fertility," Dinel said coldly when she grabbed a light blue robe.

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and their movements were swift, almost too fast to track. The air crackled with energy as the newcomers launched their attack. The demon forces, though vast and well-prepared, were thrown into disarray as the eight demons tore through their ranks with ruthless efficiency. The palace, once a symbol of vampire power, was transformed into a battlefield of chaos and bloodshed.

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.