Novel & Cerita Demon In The White House

He was in a state of complete shock. More than a thousand White Lotus members exchanged glances with each other. What a quick turn of events. This was something that they would have never expected even if they cudgeled their brains. "You… you’re a demon—a demon!" White Hill seemed to have gone insane as he started to scream at Lucas. "Hehe, a demon?" Lucas' expression turned cold without warning. "If that’s the case, I, Lucas York, will show you what it means to be a true demon!"

Irzey, Baymont knew the name by which Evelyn had referred to the former Demon Lord who was also his father. "Can't we just make him disappear for good?" Baymont was impatient with this. Evelyn politely reminded, "He can hear you." Evelyn stood up, at which point the white demon that had been watching over her slowly leaned over, hunched his back, and wiped her hair with a towel that had already been prepared. "Thanks." Evelyn said. The white demon ignored it and just quietly scrubbed her hair, occasionally touching the soft ends in his hands. "You ought to come back," said Baymont, indifferently interrupting what more or less appeared to be an intimate scene, "Hilda is looking for you."

It's just that they didn't expect a leader of an exorcism organization capable of exterminating vampires to be just a normal human. Seeing that his identity was revealed, Joshua did not want to hide it anymore, he pulled down his big hood, revealing a face that had many wrinkles. Joshua's appearance is not so outstanding, but it is especially noticeable because of the large burn on his left cheek. The wrinkled, flattened skin looks horrible. A girl like Clara couldn't see for three seconds and then lowered her face. “Having to show up like this is not my intention at all” Joshua frowned. “Jena Whites, I know I am not as strong as you, but you should know, who is the master of Demon.S right n

"We were under siege by the Crimson Court. The threat has been neutralized." ​Cassius’s eyes slid from Kaelen to me. He took in my shredded clothing, the dried blood on my face, and my vibrant, unmistakable violet eyes. The sneer on his face deepened. ​"So the rumors from the fleeing scouts are true," Cassius mused, a dangerous edge creeping into his voice. "The White Demon of the Shadow Valley is not a myth. And she is walking freely in the North without a Council collar." ​My blood boiled. Collar.

The president tried to make another attempt to stand up, but something held her body down in her seat. Both President Chang and her son couldn’t move a muscle as they watched Jenatrix consume a human soul. The president knew for sure that Jenatrix was a demonic being. She could see now that Jenatrix looked like a White Walker from Game of Thrones. The president felt helpless while watching Jenatrix destroy her husband. She couldn’t move or talk. The invisible force wouldn’t let her scream out to her husband and she wanted to help him, but there was nothing she could do. The president had to stay glued to her passenger seat. She watched as her husband’s body shriveled up like a prune as Jenat

I doubt that he’s even paying attention to the show, that is, until the news decided to show up on screen from yesterday’s attack. “...faulty examination, as there was a demon that possessed one of the sponsors, Mr. Grimoire Delazeir. Professionals said that it was a rank B demon because it could take over and control its victims. Fortunately, one of the hunters in the venue is Logan Winters, who single handedly defeated the demon.” I did not miss how Logan’s expression changes when the reporter mentions his name. “For someone who killed the demon, you don’t seem happy like you used to. You’re not even boasting about how you killed it.” I try to joke to lighten the mood, but it seemed like L

All I knew was that if it had anything to do with that demon on the computer then this might be worse than I thought. “Okay,” she said in between her sobs, she continued in telling me about her dream, not leaving out a single detail. She told me about gashes that had appeared, how she had mumbled some sort of chant under her breath and how the demon had appeared. Abby cuddled in my arms and explained how it had disappeared after the symbol had been revealed. Even now she had thought that she had woken up and had seen it in the mirror and woke up in a start. “Then, I came straight down here, those eyes burning in my mind, to research everything on the computer. I found out that the beast is a

One…two…three. I push my way into his mind, getting a flash of him walking out of a building. The words Anderson Consultants is written in bold, white letters on the glass door behind him. Someone is watching him, I can feel it. “Why you?” I ask. “Why did the demon pick you?” The man gets into the back of a town car, and before it’s even a mile away from his office, he’s pulling out a bag of white powder from inside his jacket pocket. He needs it to function, needs it to make him feel anything but numb.

“But we’ll tell him when we go back to L’impasse des Ombres.” I nodded again, my mind drifting back to what he’d said to me. I really hoped he had no plans of pushing through with whatever he had in mind. The door creaked open again, and Demon entered the ward. He looked like he had just taken a shower—his damp black hair clinging messily to his forehead. He was in black outfits as usual, looking handsome like he’d just stepped out from a magazine. With his hair sticking on his forehead, he looked more innocent, like a high school boy who knew nothing but maths.

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.