Demon Killer Springs Novels & Stories

“You’re wrong...” “I DIDN’T LOVE YOU! I WILL NEVER LOVE YOU!! WHY WOULD I LOVE SOMEONE WHO KILLED MY MOTHER?!!” “What?? W-What are you t-talking about? I didn’t kill anyone...” I swear, I didn’t kill anyone. He’s mad at me? I do not know why and I am confused by what he said that I killed his mother. I can not kill a person... I can’t do that. “Don’t lie to me, Eunice! I hate it when someone lying on me! You’re such a demon!!” I bit my lower lip, did I hear it right? H-He call me d-demon?

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

The combined efforts of Edna, Derek and Marcus had taken their toll, leaving the once-mighty creature vulnerable. Sensing an opportunity, Edna rallied her companions, signaling for a final coordinated strike. With a primal howl, Marcus lunged forward, his jaws clamping onto the demon's arm, rending flesh and bone with an unparalleled fury. Derek, his eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom, channeled the very essence of darkness, surrounding the demon giant in an inky void. The darkness seeped into the demon's wounds, sapping its remaining strength. Seizing the moment, Edna leaped high into the air, her silver sword gleaming with a radiant light. With a force fueled by her unyielding determination

One of the benefits of being my demon Alpha’s mate is my flames were able to take on the form of hell fire, and it was that much harder to put out. “Fine, you don’t have to talk to me but my master will very happy with the two of you” she said stepping back into the shadows with a sinister smile but her army started their slow advance towards us. “Run like you’ve never run before, run like your life depends on it... because it does” Trevor sent through the link and I felt adrenalin rush through blood. “Fast as lightning baby” I said just as one of the monsters leaped forward, causing a chain reaction and the others followed its lead.

The demon king was surprisingly considerate. “I’ll just hope that my next son isn’t as soft hearted as Caiden is and he doesn’t fall in love with a human,” the demon kind said and raised his arm. “I will go now. I will come visit you in a year if you don’t succeed.” “Thank you for assistance,” Clara replied sincerely. “Goodbye.” “Goodbye, Clara Kennedy,” the demon king said and disappeared. Clara immediately crossed the length of her room and sat down at her computer. She didn’t have a full idea of the scale of independent coffee shops in London and knew she was going to need to do some research.

"Demons just don't go back unless their purpose is fulfilled and if by any chance, two of them are in front of each other, they become stronger and overtake a body to kill it slowly for full possession. It is said that once it happened and countless lives were taken away, fear in people is their craving which lures them to seek more control" "Shit! Shit! We are going to die" Martha panicked. "One of them will or maybe already have.. What if Ezra's brother is already dead?" I gasp. "Inform...inform Ezra!" Martha exclaimed.

Attacking them with fires in the first place when they are unawares will weaken them and cause them to be persistent in the rooms. After an hour of shooting fire in the air into the demon's clan pack. **PRESENT** "Attack!!" They all went in charging through the place to kill everyone. My heart was filled with gladness, my inner wolf kicking hard. Trying to caution me but my mind was already made up so I gave no concern. The baby in my womb also kick for the first time after two weeks of seizures in which I had given up that he or she must have been dead in my stomach.

But he had to move slow. The first thing he did was introduce the evil man to what evil truly looked like. One of those mornings when he chose to appear before the man’s bedside, he decided not to leave so suddenly. Nay. He stayed and looked Rell in his eyes, starting a stare down with his demon form fully on display. Young didn’t disappear until the man had sprung into action, finally reaching for his gun, with a ‘what the hell’. When he turned back to the edge of his bed, Blood, the demon version of Young, had disappeared.

One would think he was injured badly, but they can't imagine what this devil did a couple of hours ago. His finger slid through his hair, his nail grew longer, and they dug up the tiles. The anger didn't subside. He wanted more murders, and it's all because of Isabella. He killed a hell demon who had come to his office to meet him. All was well until he took Isabella's name. It's not that he likes that mortal, but the reason she is his prey. He will take time to play with his prey and will not tolerate interference. Suddenly something came to his mind, and he wrapped a towel and left the shower. He appeared in front of the small table near the bed, his hand scratching it to open it.

He took the oath before sitting. Dylan walked closer. "State your name." "Viktor Schneider." "Your occupation?" "I own The Velvet Room." "Were you acquainted with Marcus Kuntz?" "Yes." "In what capacity?" "He was one of our regular clients." "Were you working on the evening of his death?" "Yes." "Did Dr. Karma Kuntz visit your establishment that evening?" "She did." "What did she do there?" "She met with one of the dancers." "Who?" "I don't know her real name, but she goes by Mia."