Demon Copperhead Characters Novels & Stories

she said, her eyes as wide as his were. “Good idea,” Cutter replied. He looked down the street and saw Rider and Ivy, their backs to each other, their hands up. They looked just as surprised as he was, but prepared. A demon in the shape of a large snake began to wind its way out of a building down the street headed for the church. Cutter didn’t wait for any orders. He sent a beam of light out of his palm in its direction. The beast, which had to be close to thirty feet long with dark scales, and now he could see, three faces, reared up all of its ugly heads and tried to fight against his blast, but it couldn’t escape, and Cutter spoke the incantation that would destroy it.

The second snake demon was also intensely furious. Evania was quite shocked and astonished seeing a third monster appearing right in front of her eyes. This third monster was blue all over his body. He got two long pointed horns, two dark red eyes, and his two sharp canine teeth. But, not knowing why, seeing this third monster, Evania wasn’t as shocked and frightened as seeing the first and the second monsters. Evania could simply sound out her monolog underneath the quagmire of her thought, feeling as well as perception.

THE DEMON growled loudly, spreading her tentacles fast that only point in one direction. Xurden had thought that this kind of creature didn’t even learn a single thing. They forgot exorcists that could face them existed everywhere, and he was the one who was best at it since he was a god. Demons always thought they were more powerful, which made them blind to the truth. That’s why Xurden didn’t have a hard time dealing with her. As the tentacles get closer, he raised his hand, releasing ice spikes from the bloody floor. The spikes stopped the tentacles from moving, which made the demon shriek aloud. Xurden didn’t hold back, and he sent a bigger spike toward the demon hitting her stomach wher

"Come, halfling. We have a guest." Scowling she snapped, "Go to hell, Vincent." Growling he stalked across the cell. Grabbing her roughly by the chains he dragged her towards the door. Victoria bit back a cry of pain as he continued to pull her roughly through the dungeon and up several flights of stairs. Entering a great room he tossed her to the floor. "As promised." Shoving the hair out of her eyes with her shoulder Victoria glanced up wide eyed. Standing above her was a demon. His skin was pale, nearly white, and his long hair was jet black, hanging to his waist. Two black horns twisted from the sides of his head and upward.

She immediately withdrew her hands from his, making his gaze harden a little. "Are you aware you are now stuck with me?" His voice was cold and alluring at the same time. She could only stare at him and swallow. "So, you better get used to me," he added. "But... you are a demon," Esteria managed to say. The two were on the large bed with a little distance between them. "I am El-Kharis and also not an ordinary demon. I am a Demon God of Thunder, Esteria," he said, dragging out the last word.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

He stood up and remarked, “Um, I am not the one who is gushing out blood right now!” The demon stood before him and then launched at Scott in a furious attack. Scott spun out of the way he stabbed the demon again in the throat. This time, the demon broke free of the claymore swing as it hit segments and scale as it slid out of its neck and slumped its head down to go for the kill, as it dove at Scott, who did an overhead strike. The head didn’t come off in one go. It tore straight off. Black fluid sprayed onto the coach’s windscreen, stinking of storm drains and burnt rubber. The demon collapsed with a slam that cracked the road. The head spoke, “You will die smiter, and we are many.”

“I’m very sure. The drug is extremely similar to the zombie drug reported to the bureau last month. “It’s not a regular needle. “It’s a puncture needle meant for the spine, where it’ll inject medicine directly to the central nervous system. “Only professional labs would be able to produce this.” When Mary heard that it was a zombie drug, she finally came around to her senses. She screamed and pushed Charlie aside. “You rascal! Where did you get this needle?” Charlie stumbled after Mary pushed him and started crying again. “It’s from daddy’s study! I saw daddy inject that pretty lady with it!

They would be on their knees crawling towards him by then, croaking out “Help! Please! I need water!” There’d be a moment when they would look away from him and when they’d look back Blood would be kneeled at their side, sipping on the glass in Young’s place. What little strength they had was used to scoot back but they’d back into a wall, finding themselves suddenly trapped in a cell with the Demon still sipping on his glass of ice cold lemonade that seemed to never empty. The heat never left them, somehow worse than when they were actually in the sun.

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.