Demon Reaper Novels & Stories

It was a very likely possibility assassins would be waiting the moment they crossed and there was no room for further injury. Lexi wouldn't die, exactly. Like all demons, he was immortal. No, death wasn't what assassination meant to a demon. It meant he would be rehabilitated. Abused in the Underworld as a tortured spirit until he forgot who he was and became a good bottom-rung soldier. He would no longer be Lexi. Lexi's boss, the Black Devil, only allowed so much identity and freedom to his minions so they could do their work and the bastard had no problem pulling back the leash when necessary. Not only didn't Hades wish that on Lexi but now Jinx's heart was involved.

His face contorted to a grimace as he continued. ‘Hope we have heard of what happened he began crossly ‘ and we are left with only one option. And that option is re-incarnation. At the same time, we are faced with another problem that threatens our existence. Every one of us here knows that if our enemies are going to strike, it would be now. That is why we are taking this giant leap. We have two bad wars to fight. Now I have taken measures of hiring some special deputies, the most trusted crusaders. They have just returned from the other world to recieve the blessings of the druids before they begin their good good work’

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;

She seemed to peaceful in her sleep and I close my eyes. I'm startled awake by screaming and for a moment I forget where I am. The woman I saved was wielding a kitchen knife at me, fear washing over her face. I hold my hands up to show her I wasn't armed. I left my short swords by the door. Recognition fills her eyes and drops the knife. "The legend is true? You're the Dhampir," she asks in disbelief, reaching to touch my face. I close my eyes to her touch and picture my mother. Tears roll down my cheeks and she pulls her hands away. "Thank you for saving my life."

A massive, towering presence looming over my shoulder. I glance back. A cloaked figure, three meters tall, floating in the void. In its skeletal hand, it holds a massive scythe that drips with phantom blood. The God of Death. The robotic voice returns. [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: REA REED. RESULT: 100% PURITY. ENTITY IDENTIFIED: THANATOS (THE GOD OF DEATH). ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC EVIL.] The numbers flash on the screen in blood-red. One hundred percent. The legendary Single Bloodline.

“I have never heard that term before.” “No,” Aaron admitted. “I was wondering that myself.” Christian cleared his throat, and Aaron wondered if he actually had the answer but was too timid to say anything in front of the female Hunter. Eventually, he said, “A ‘demonic’ Vampire is one that has returned from hell. In this case, we believe that Dracula is the reincarnation of Vlad the Impalor, one of the most violent Vampires of all time. Are you familiar?” Aaron and Catherine both nodded; of course, they knew about Vlad.

“That’s not the deal.” The demon glanced at him lazily. “I know.” “Then stick to it.” Darren warned. The demon sighed. “Fine.” Then he looked back at me. “Your job is simple.” I waited. “You return to Reece.” Darren continued. “You act like nothing happened. And when the time is right…” His eyes hardened. “…you poison him.” I laughed loudly and both of them frowned. “You two are even dumber than I thought.” Darren’s voice turned cold. “Careful.”

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

Jabbing me right in the face with so much force when I least expected it, he proceeded to pull out a knife to inflict cuts on my skin. My eyes widened at the sight of the glistening dagger he had securely wrapped around his fingers. "Did you think I will let you go scot-free after what you did to my face? Over my dead body," he spat. I mustered a sly smile, appearing unwavering and not shaken by his attacks, "Then why did you choose to revenge now? Why not free me from this restricting spell and fight me man to man" "Shut it Demon, you will die anyways so why pretend you will do much better if you're freed" Gin retorted and my smirk widened.