Demon Resurection Novels & Stories

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

We took in the scene in front of us and I couldn’t wait to see what Adara looked like. “Are you nervous?” James asked. “Why would I be nervous?” I asked in reply. “Because even if I have no powers, I know your blood is boiling for her. I also happen to know what happens on Resurrection night,” James said with a grin and I punched him on his shoulder. He rubbed it in pretend pain and I chuckled. Shoran had gotten pregnant on her resurrection night so I knew exactly what happened. I was nervous, but I wasn’t going to tell James that. I was nervous for another reason, nervous that we wouldn’t imprint and that everyone had been wrong this entire time.

“Seriously Noah, go away. I can handle it.” The demon lifted himself up and looked down at her. “If you need us, we’re outside. Just scream nice and loudly.” Serenity watched as the demon left, closing the door most of the way and she sighed, laying back against the pillow. Her eyes gravitated to the ceiling and she counted the rivets in the plasterboard. What was she going to see when she finally relived some of the demon’s memories? Were they going to be horrific? How long would it take her to fall asleep? Would she feel it coming over—

" My mind was overwhelmed with all sorts of surging emotions. Snippets from the past started to piece together in my mind, and various thoughts filled my head. My intense emotions urged me to get up as soon as I could. Oblivious to the changes within me, Selena braced herself to continue hurting me. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, taking her aback. She threw the towel aside and opened the door. A smart-looking man stood on the other side of the door. He lifted his identification and said, "Hello, I am Zachary Jenkins, a private rehabilitation therapist. Ms. Riley Gibson's parents appointed me to care for her."

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.

Then, with a final, vicious motion, he drove the dagger straight through Veyron’s eye socket before delivering a heavy kick that sent the lifeless corpse sprawling onto the dirt. Standing up fully, Asher wiped a stray drop of blood from his cheek and surveyed the absolute ruin of the courtyard. A few yards away, the battle between the two demons had reached its grim conclusion. Sylvara was standing over Veyron’s right-hand man, her hands glowing with dark energy as she literally drained the final remnants of his life force. The demon let out one last, hollow gasp before his entire body dissolved, scattering into the wind like useless black smoke. Sylvara dropped to her knees, breathing heavi

It was a foreign virus, a corrupted Moretti file that Julian’s silver key couldn't control. My foot didn't step over Dante. It slammed down into the marble beside him, shattering the polished stone. The power shifted in a fraction of a second as the violet fire in my eyes exploded back to life, fighting the white light of the override. "Ano...?" Julian’s smile vanished, his clinical composure cracking as he saw my hand twitch, my fingers curling into a fist. The proximity between my mind and Dante’s dead core was a "poisoned" resurrection. Even though his heart had stopped, the residual mercury in his veins reacted to the violent surge of my dual-soul energy.

“What are you talking about? What AIDS? “Why are you cursing my son? I’m going to kill you!” I took a step back and held up my phone to record the scenario. I glared at Charlie, who was stunned. “Don’t come near me! What if you have more needles on you? “Someone call the police! Quick! “This is a biological attack. This is assault! “Block the doors! Don’t let them escape!” My shouts shocked everyone around me. A few brave men immediately rushed to the doors and blocked them.

Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place. This demon seeks out strong souls to take possession of. What stronger soul that that of a self-made, ever-growing, wealthy rancher in the newly formed state of Montana? It took on the identity of the beautiful and tortured soul from the settlement whose bones weren’t charred from the fire or dispersed by animals; Lucy. These factors made her far easier to resurrect and her beauty, made her the perfect choice. Since the head invader of the property – Ian- was the target, it made sense to use the beautiful young woman’s body to woo him into a state of less resistance.