Demon Scarecrow Novels & Stories

Everyone could hear Mary’s screeching voice and Charlie’s terrified cries. “Mom! They’re bullying me!” Charlie finally felt scared. He tossed the needle to the floor. The blood-stained weapon rolled on the floor and stopped in the middle of a walkway. Everyone retreated away from it like it was poison. No one dared to touch it. “Don’t cry, Charlie. Don’t cry!” Mary hugged Charlie lovingly and then glared fiercely at me. “What are you doing? Why do you want to scare a little kid? It’s just a tiny jab, do you have to make such a big fuss?

His wolf whispered in his mind. No! I can't take advantage of her. Beta Jayden and Marissa came in after hearing the scream that reached the pack house garden. Rosario was wiping the sweat on Iris' forehead while Eris tries his best to wake her up. Iris groaned in pain and opened her eyes, it was pitch black not even a reflection of light passed through. "Eris, what happened?" Marissa said who was still shocked from the sudden screeching scream. Jayden held back his sister, he could smell something sulfuric in the air. A demon.

A sixteen-year-old boy worked on his grandfather's horse farm. One morning he drove a pickup truck into town on an errand. While he was walking along main street, he suddenly saw Death: black cloak,hooded,glowing red eyes. Death beckoned him close with a bony finger. Terrified, the boy drove back to the farm as fast as he could and told his grandfather what had happened. 'Lend me the truck,'he begged.'I'll go to the city. He won't find me there!'

"But remember, the Demon werewolf is not to be trifled with. If you ever feel like you are in danger, you must come to me immediately." "Thank you," I said. "I won't forget your words of caution." The Lycan sorcerer nodded, his eyes fixed on me. "Remember, the Demon werewolf is a formidable opponent," he said. "But with the talisman, you stand a fighting chance." After thanking the Lycan sorcerer, my stepfather and I made our way back through the dense woods towards our home. The path was treacherous, and we had to navigate through thickets and fallen logs to make our way forward.

“Just ‘I’m the Shadowalker.’ Like that explains anything.” “It explains he’s dramatic,” Willz said dryly, inspecting his own nails. “I can respect the aesthetic, but the mystery act is a bit much.” Emma was curled in an armchair, knees to his chest. “He’s scary. Did you see his eyes when he made that barrier? They went completely black for a second. Not, like, metaphorically. Literally black.” I shrugged, though I’d seen it too. “So he’s got demon-eyes. We’ve got a guy who can turn monsters into pebbles and a girl who can stop time when she has a panic attack. We’re all weird here.”

Harridan Hamlet, Dread Country Chavias was making the long trek to Dread Country. Evening was drawing close. As customary the demon had sent Chavias to raid Harridan Hamlet on the edge of Dread Country. Knowing by now they'd have a healthy stockpile. Chavias caught the scent of a dead deer in an alleyway behind some booths. The slightly rotted stink of it immediately drew the attention of the demonic dogs, Targue and the demonic rodents, nonis, with him.

Too fucking bizarre to even contemplate, to even have been real. Still, it was funny, how the thin giant’s head didn’t seem nearly as large and monstrous tonight as it had when they were younger. There were other Halloween decorations on display along Brazier Drive, amid these sleeping Houses of the Holy. Richard noticed some window-cling mummies, and a bedsheet ghost in the trees. An autumn-harvest scarecrow with a pair of dullish orange pumpkins (whose fleshy insides must be turning to stringy, seeded mush with the warm September days) sat on the porch stoop next door.

Behind me now was my husband's insides but I was too scared to turn and look at it again. I saw a knife on the table and immediately, I picked it up and raised it high. I am so tired of life. Even if I can't kill myself or this demon inside of me, I just had to keep trying. I brought my hand down fiercely towards my stomach. I was ready for anything that would happen next. I felt my hand being grabbed and I turned around to see a hideous demon behind me. This demon looked so irritating than Scarry. The entire of its body was covered in mucus and it felt like he was just blown out of a giant's nose recently because the slimy touch it gave me felt a bit warm.

The black pitchfork was instantly deformed and bent, hitting the Shadow Megabat's chest and sending it flying down from the air like a giant fly. Another beam of light penetrated the billowing black cloud. Soon, the Sun-Swallowing King Crow's scream was heard, and its Thousand Souls Corpse Eradicator Banner blasted into pieces. The black feathers on the Sun-Swallowing King Crow's back stood like a hedgehog. Then, the King Crow fell from the mid-air howling. A few spots on its body were bald, and the shapeshifting demon looked extremely miserable and ridiculous.