Demon Gaze Ii Novels & Stories

The ground shook as she walks quickly towards the demon however from the eyes of the demon summoned one looking at her is shocked. "Giants black flame. This must be the work of Eragon. Anyone that stands in my way against my revenge shall be destroyed’’. The demon stretched his two black arms as a flaming beam erupting from his hands blasting approaching Historia. Historia makes use of her arm to cover her face shielding against the blast. She is surprised to see that the blast past through her flaming body.

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

damn it he sure had miscalculated something, searching for lock picks on the floor and couldn't find any he proceeded to try and open it with one of his special tools, suddenly he was glad he took it everywhere, it really did serve him a lot of purposes. After a few minutes he was done unlocking Kales but he was grabbed by the collar and flinged to the wall.. groaning in pains he tried standing up slowly as the impact had been much. This was actually what he had been afraid off, the last shred that held Kales consciousness and humanity was gradually getting thin and he was starting to get more aggressive and fierce.. the only solution was to knock him out before injecting him with a sedative

His eyes were cold, filled with dark power… They blazed green. “Yes,” Haizea groaned, inching toward him before bowing low. “Welcome at last, Lord Dahak!” His green eyes landed on me, and my heart froze in my chest. Haizea had done it. She had awakened the Dark Demon.

I just saw his black hairy hands and red glowing eyes. When I roamed my eyes around me, I saw nothing. I felt like I was brought to an another world. " hey! Show me your face?" I called the unknown entity from nowhere. I heard a hissing noise just in front of me until an image slowly appeared vividly in my naked eyes. A black demon, a huge black beast with a very long horns and his body was like the King Kong movie character. " I'm Sachajir and I'm going to eat you alive!" He said while he begun to opened wide his jaws where his four sharp fangs could be visible just around his mouth. Diana walked backwards while examining a short way for escaping but she saw no pathways or either holes.

The crimson liquid was completely absorbed into the gargoyle’s porous form, amplified by demon magic. A complex network of glowing, dark veins began to pulse violently beneath the stone surface, and the gargoyle’s heavy eyelids suddenly snapped wide open. It’s eyes were bloodshot, glowing, and completely menacing. A low, vibrating growl reverberated heavily through the mountain air, serving as both a ancient warning and a dark greeting to it’s threshold.

If anything, he was reminded of the twentieth floor, where the demon lord resided in an inferno. Persevering the tremendous heat that made Zen feel like he was boiling alive, the gamer focused on completing the prayer, even if his throat felt parched. “Dispel!” Zen glared at the menacing shadow and visualised burning it with his light. The dim room lit up as bright as day for five seconds before returning to normal. However, Zen was exhausted.

A demon. It was dying. The orange veins were dimming, the pulse slowing. Its body was failing, the damage from the building's collapse draining whatever kept it alive. But its eyes were open. Bright, burning amber, fixed on me with an awareness that said the body might be broken but the mind behind it was fully present. Those eyes tracked my face. Widened slightly with recognition. And then, it smiled. A bloody, broken grin that spread across its cracked face with the slow satisfaction of something that knew a secret. Black blood leaked between its teeth. Its eyes burned with a light that made my skin crawl.

Suddenly, her body is wreathed in curling flames and my dog tags rise toward her scarlet breasts, straining on their beaded chain, forsaking gravity for her magnetism. The vision lasts for less than a second and then it’s gone. It’s Gemma again, only Gemma, her eyes squeezed shut and mouth open, face contorted with ecstasy, body wracked with tremors. She washes over me like a crashing wave, her sweaty hair falling in a curtain around my face. I catch a glimpse of something bronze on the dresser beyond the candles—a triangular spike with a demon-headed pommel protruding from a wooden base. The phurba.

“Well, either way, it ends now.” “Oh,” the demon mocked. “So you want to end it that way. You want to be Beowulf to my Grendel?” The demon no longer looked like Kelly or Emily, but rather a bizarre hybrid of the two, a sibling maybe, or an impossible offspring. It made a “come at me” gesture to Janice. “No. I don't think I can hurt you.” The demon smiled widely. “But I don't think you can hurt me either, at least not right now. You need two points to do your little tricks, don't you? A gateway and someone to carry your power?”