Demon Scarecrow Novels & Stories

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

“Thanatos wolf Salem said he won’t let me go. I’m sorry, Dad. But you’ll have to give him one of my other sisters’ hands in marriage.” “You're right; another sister shouldn’t be a big deal. He only wanted you if you had your demon wolf. Hopefully, he’s okay to marry your other sister that doesn’t have one.” “Why on earth would Uncle Darwin want to marry a demon wolf?” “He said his first mate was a demon wolf, and she was killed. Demon wolves are rare to find in girls. Usually, only males have them. You were so young, and it was so long ago I honestly forgot about it.”

Despite the light emanating from the Pentacle, the air was icy cold. Then the ground seemed to crack wider open like a glass and pouring through the shards came a horde of dark shapes, humanoid but twisted, gnarled and faceless, howling out a soundless scream that punctured the ears of the witch. It did not seem to affect Aosoth though. She cackled and her beetle-like eyes grew bright with a manic light as she raised her hands higher and the demons poured forth. Icy wind burned the witch as more humanoid demons came through the band of light within the Pentacle. The air stank of sulphur and ashes.

No one has been able to conquer me and my powers! And no one will ever win! Whether he is the Dark Lord or someone else, I will never let him win. He has to take my life to defeat me. I'm immortal and I have no weakness. Now Rachel will be mine soon, Everyone is more terrified of me, standing in front of me or even before raising their head against me, The Creatures will think 100 times. I dawdle through the narrow lane. This place was full of unnatural things and creatures, every supernatural creature was afraid of coming here. The numerous ghostly experiences and happening have a very eerie, negative aura to them. There was a steep stone step leading towards an old unknown mansion.

Turning, I began to move towards it, unable to quite comprehend what could possibly be making that type of noise this deep in the forest. Moving forward, I came across a field with glowing blue flowers and what looked to be scarecrows. They twisted about lazily in the wind as a few birds began to land on them. Snarling, the scarecrows mouths snapped open as their claw-like hands grabbed the birds eating them in one bite. As they chewed, pieces of the birds could be seen traveling down the scarecrows skeletal throats and past their ribecages before the now-ground-up creatures hit the earth below them.

The old woman's eyes were red, seemingly devoid of sanity, and a dark pattern adorned her cheeks. Jenny widened her eyes in astonishment as she witnessed the ugly demon suddenly lunge at old Kay, devouring the deer he brought. Still unsatisfied, old Kay rolled up his animal skin sleeve, revealing a scar-covered arm, and placed it against the demon's lips, saying, "Eat it."

Scott was lifted up out of his seat and hurled across the bridging marks and through the blue flames as they dipped low and dumped down within the pentacle. The flames instantly came back to full life, leaping up several feet in the air and giving out an intense heat that made Scott flinch back and cry out hoarsely as his mortal flesh was scorched. His throat still swollen and so unable to speak he garbled in distress, scrambling up to his knees, his eyes wide with terror as he looked up at Basille directly in front of him. “Demand nothing of me, Demon Lord!” Ruben growled fiercely. “I do not fear you like this pathetic mortal! Bastetia stays here so I suggest you come up with something that

The trio spread out, each taking a defensive stance, ready to face the horrors that awaited them. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet, and a swirling vortex of darkness materialized before them. From its depths emerged the first demon, a towering beast with jagged horns and eyes that burned with an unholy fire. Its skin, as black as the abyss, seemed to ripple with raw power. With a roar that sent shivers down their spines, the demon lunged at Marcus, its claws slashing through the air. Marcus, with his werewolf agility, evaded the attack and retaliated with a swift, powerful strike.

“I think so. Look at him. He looks quite like a snail.” Waltz was disgusted. “I hate this kind of creature the most! Normally, I would trample it to death whenever I see it! How can such a disgusting creature with no bones cultivate to become a human? How strange!” This team looked bizarre. Not only was there a demon with a snail shell on his back, but there was also a wasp-like demon, a butterfly demon, an earthworm demon... They seemed to have been summoned from the back garden of someone’s house.

I nodded, trying to steady my voice. “Last night was Halloween. Our boss, William Zoo, booked out a rural horror-themed escape room. He said anyone who made it through without screaming would get ten thousand. “There were nine of us. After we went in…” I went through everything—the layout, mechanisms, and performance of the scarecrow character with the oversized pumpkin head. He didn’t move, just listened in silence. “You said the pumpkin-headed character chased you with a chainsaw?” “Yes. It was incredibly loud, just this constant buzzing.”