Demon Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

he asks, obviously upset. "I was attacked." "That I can see. By what?" he says a bit angrily. "By a ghoul," I almost whisper out. Bennet's brow knit together. "By what?" "A ghoul. They're demons that feast upon vampire blood," I explain. "Why would it attack you? You're not a vampire and-" "This one I have a history with," I interrupt. Bennet frowns. "Tell me," he says as he lifts me up onto the bed. I sit between his legs, facing him. I lean forward and hug him. He reciprocates.

Clea was too shocked to say anything. "You're a descendant of the Goddess Fló. A sworn protector of this town and the towners. A witch that became a demon. Ohalo is awakening the formerly asleep demon energy in you." "Demon?!" Kali exclaimed again. Clea was shaken. She didn't even know what being a Demon meant. There was no way for her to believe it since she didn't even understand. No wonder. It was close to what Kali theorized;

enshrined in moonlit seas. But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

I spat out. His eyes narrowed into slits. Slowly, he reached behind his back and extracted a revolver. He bought it up and trained it in my direction. "Not so smart now, are we?" He hissed. "Say goodbye Nate." He didn't hesitate before pulling the trigger. Everything happened so fast. My body was pushed aside. I fell harshly to the ground. The sound of the gunshot still rang in my ears. There was another gunshot. Derek's body slumped to the ground.

ZouMi looked pleased. "Why don't you give Gold Dem to yourself, so no one will mess with you?" Gold Dem, is a card which is given to the families by D, which are clean and not involved in any wrong matters. And no one in the business world, can act harshly on them. It's a card, that many upper families carry. It's not easy to catch hold on it, one need to be totally clear from all the illegal stuff. So, basically this Gold Dem is a protection from the harmful world, as long as they are in wings of D, no one will dare to touch their family. If one don't obey the rules set on the Gold Dem, first their whole family will be dragged down, and then there won't be any traces of that family in the w

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

And he was sturdy. He was not a creature whoever behind in love, but he has to find her soon. His deep and dark blue eyes seem to glow in brightness and his skin looks like the color of anger and death with thin but bright full pink lips made him even more attractive. His all-black wings pour out the darkness that always kept appearing and disappearing. Overall, he has everything that every girl desires and yes, every female demon worship the ground he walks on. He always used that opportunity to fulfill his lust and sinful desires and after that for only to kill them the next day.

Two demons were still blazing in purple flames, while the other two had been left with a few burns. The ground shook as the dark dragon landed, letting the three riders jump off and then rush towards the demons. One of them was a man with long, black hair, carrying two daggers in both hands. A man full of blades, Arth could say. His arms, shoulders, legs, and belt had been equipped with small blades. Even his long cape had daggers and other sharp weapons attached to it. He moved the fastest among his two companions as he came for one demon, easily dodging the machete by his flexible body, then it all took less than a second before he stabbed one dagger through the demon's throat, and the oth

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

The chaos erupted instantly as bullets rained down on Sergio’s forces. Dino’s heart clenched as he recognized the technique. A ghost from his past. "No… it can't be real." A deep, gravelly voice cut through the air. "I see you still getting yourself into trouble." Emerging from the darkness was a man clad in tactical gear, his face partially covered by a black scarf. His movements were fluid, lethal. The Ghost. The legendary mercenary who had once trained Dino in the art of combat. "Looks like you needed a lifeline," the Ghost remarked, dispatching another enemy with swift precision.