Demon Road Novels & Stories

I am not under any form of duress or coercion to pay heed to this agreement. I have the full and conscious understanding that once this never-ending agreement is made, there is no order, above or below, in any world or dimension, that could possibly break the bond formed between the parties involved in this agreement, nor the agreement itself. I will relinquish permanently unto the demon, Logan, all ownership of my soul once he has accomplished the mission stated on his side of the agreement. I have acknowledged that once this agreement is signed, neither death nor time can unbind me, and this contract shall never be disputed or argued.

I've never been so far away from home like this. I went beneath my bed to get the writing materials that I hid there. I first thought of writing to Damion and asking how this were going at home but I know Damion, he won't appreciate the frienzie. I know all he want to hear from me is about the Demon Alpha. I don't have anything yet but right now I'm promising myself to stop getting familiar and get to work. But still I want to write to Damion, just to hear from him. "The demon Alpha is not an ordinary being. I think he has a witch backing him up with powers. You should be careful with him. It takes more power to conquer power".

The bar looks spotless, and the alcohol bottles are lined up with military precision in glass cabinets hanging above the counter. This place is clean for a biker bar. Only the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and cigars gives it away. I turn around and spot the massive logo of the MC painted on the wall: a black, realistic-looking skull grinning on a red background. Behind the skull are huge black angel wings, and a blunt hangs out of the creepy grin. Above it reads "Highway Demons," and below: "MC" and "Nevada."

A demon inside a child’s body. A disposable vessel. “The demon that did this,” Damián continued, “left an energy trail Silas should see. It’s dense. Concentrated. Not a minor demon. If I had to guess, it’s one of the ones that crossed the original portal. And it’s moving north. Toward the mountain.” Toward where we found the second altar. Everything connected. The vampires. The demons. The fresh altar in this pack. The child used as bait. Someone was coordinating this with military precision.

On the other hand, lower demons always had a ravenous appetite. That was how they replenished their strength. “Are you coming?” “Give me ten minutes.” In the meantime, I took a walk across the clearing and took a handkerchief out of my pocket, drenching it in the blood of the scarred templar. I’ll summon you later, and we’ll have a talk. The road back took just twenty minutes. Naturally, nobody had noticed my absence. I put all my trophies together with the demon’s remains and lay down on my bedroll.

I said and folded up my sleeve, ready to give him the beating of his life. Just when I was about to throw blows, my eyes fell on someone. It wasn't human. It was a demon in disguise and i immediately guessed it to be one of Maco's minions. I grabbed hold of Kelvin and put my hand over his mouth before he could utter a single word then hid beside a black van parked at the side of the road. The demon looked around for some time and went a different direction. So it's gotten that bad? I and Denver better hurry up in finding a way to defeat Maco.

The uncertainty gnawed at her, but deep down, she knew they didn’t have much of a choice. “Okay,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “But we’re not leaving you to fight alone.” Demon didn’t respond, his eyes focused on the road ahead. “Hold on,” he muttered. Without warning, Demon yanked the steering wheel to the right, sending the car skidding off the main road and onto a narrow, winding dirt path. The black SUV behind them followed, its tires screeching as it struggled to keep up with the sudden turn. The car bounced and jolted over the uneven terrain, sending Ashley and Amelia crashing into each other as they tried to hold on. The tension in the air was palpable, each sec

He knew that he had met his end. “Take him away!” Peter instructed. The special forces went to the basement with Greg. I followed. The moment the lift doors were opened, we smelt a strong chemical scent. It was not a warehouse. Instead, it was a luxurious and well-equipped lab. There were a lot of devices and blinking lights. On the rack next to the wall, there were a lot of test tubes. On one of the rows, there was a blue tag. It said: Angel’s Kiss. At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door.

She asked and I smirked "Don't you want to go to hell? " "Well.... the gate way to hell is through demon's blood, a demons blood can open the gate way to hell! "I explained simply not going any further Using the demons blood, I drew the sign of the luminatics A circle and a triangle in between I started chanting a spell that would open up the gate Soon, the sign was lighted up with fire and the ground beneath it, went down in flames opening the gateway to hell.....

"The one who are was blocking dad's way. Didn't you see her?" Ronnie's claims only confirm what I already suspected, it wasn't an accident at all. A girl standing in the middle of the road just before we get into an almost fatal accident. That doesn't sound like a human and if it's not a human, it's a demon. There's only one demon who would go to all this trouble to kill me, well a lot of them would, but Sarrtina is very much motivated. She wants to please her master and she will stop at nothing to see me dead.