Demon Runes Novels & Stories

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.

“We need to deactivate them before we can proceed.” Kate stepped forward, her eyes scanning the runes. “Can you do it?” “I can try,” Deimon replied, focusing his energy on the task at hand. As he worked on the runes, the forest seemed to grow even quieter, the air heavy with anticipation. His heart pounded in his chest, every moment stretching into an eternity. Finally, with a soft click, the last rune deactivated, the energy around the altar dissipating. “It’s done,” Deimon said, stepping back. Kate and Killian moved closer, their eyes fixed on the now unprotected altar. Deimon carefully lifted the stone lid, revealing a small, glowing crystal at the center.

The runes, dark as obsidian, seemed to shimmer faintly under the dim light. Each symbol was jagged and angular, their edges curling inward like barbed hooks. They flowed seamlessly into one another, forming an endless chain of patterns that spiraled around his arms, coiled across his chest all the way to the soles of his feet. At the center of his broad chest, the runes converged to form the open jaws of a serpent, its fangs poised to strike. They pulsed faintly, as though imbued with a latent, otherworldly energy. His erect 5 inch veined penis bulged as if to taunt her.

The beasts attacked, and their nature chilled my blood. As I faced them, I discerned the source of their power: a Rune of Corruption glowed with a faint coppery color on each creature's dark skin, just above the shoulder blade. The rune was common, then I realized it was Aldric's rune. The same rune I had found on his computer, the one he used for his attack spells. “The beasts have runes!” I shouted, channeling my energy through my hands to create a barrier of white light that crackled upon contact with the first beasts.

David could make out the form of a giant fox with nine tails. "Why is your hand glowing?" David held his breath in the momentary silence that followed. He knew once he spoke there was no going back but David also knew that leaving Satake in the dark would be a much worse scenario. "This is a sniffer rune. As its name implies, its purpose is to sniff out mystic individuals but not just any supernaturals. This rune is attracted to a demographic of rare and extremely powerful supernatural better known as relics."

“What else do you have planned, that cannot be it, a demon will easily be defeated even if they are bad news. “The demon inside of Iris is a seventh circle demon and the leader of his pack.” Nambra said as my stomach dropped. “During her blackouts, the demon has been taking over to crest its runes around ATI, runes for summoning its pack. They would be loyal to their leader and he would in turn be loyal to me.” “You are dooming your daughter…” I started, feeling desperate right now. If the demon do raise his pack, Iris is doomed. The demon would have enough hold on her to never let go.

“Only the Valentines close in—this thing eats numbers alive.” The swamp turned into a hellscape of blood, ash, and fire. Rain poured harder now, steam rising where it hit the burning earth. Junie’s face flickered in Rio’s mind—her smile, their daughter’s tiny hand. A growl built deep in his chest. He wouldn’t let this thing reach them. “NOW!” Rio shouted as Silas cried out, the runes binding the demon beginning to crack. Adonis and Lucien struck in unison, their claws digging deep. The demon bellowed as fire and blood erupted from its chest.

Something smooth and cold. He carefully unearthed it. It was a small, obsidian box, identical to the one that had delivered the first taunting message. But this one was covered in intricate, blood-red runes that seemed to writhe in the twilight. They pulsed with a slow, malevolent rhythm, in direct opposition to the steady silver pulse of the altar stone's crack. It was a canker. A poison sac planted directly in our spiritual heart.

she asked in a fake sweet voice, making me wish I could speak in this form. I had a mountain of insults weighing on my chest. A dominant, vicious growl that had my knees shaking ripped out of Trevor’s chest, making a few of the rogues take a step back and my dear aunt Serena noticed, giving Trevor a death glare. “You ready love?” Trevor asked as I felt heat coming off of him, “ready” I said, feeling my magic surface, ready to summon my fire. 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.

His eyes were as dark as an abyss and was surrounded by vertical pupils, a hallmark of a demonkind. But it was the alpha mark on his left cheek bone, a crimson-tinted signil that confirmed what he was. A demon alpha. Ziva instantly retreated into me and I gasped. He had a struggling human wrapped around his fist. The human's face contorted in terror, eyes bulging, and mouth agape in a terrific scream, but the demon alpha didn't budge. Didn't even bat an eyelash when the human threw a spittle on his face. And then as if the roles were suddenly reversed, his mouth descended upon the human’s.