Demon Scarecrow Novels & Stories

Dmitri says, pointing at a road heading east. Roseanne follows Dmitri to an isolated road which seems to be heading towards the fields. They follow the road and reach a maize field which is surprisingly at full harvest. The whole field is lively with the green crops, swaying lightly in the breeze. A scarecrow is placed in the middle of the field but it is in a peculiar shape. “That is like a cross,” Dmitri notes. The scarecrow’s limbs are stretched to form a cross which is strange. “There is an oak tree too!” Roseanne gasps, pointing at an old oak tree which is standing a few feet from the field. “She must be living there!”

It climbed up onto the coach’s roof. “Ok, how am I going to do this?” Scott thought to himself as he stood on a moving roof with a holy claymore and an audience of children, and felt his options narrow to one workable set. He staggered back toward the front of the coach as it drove down the highway, dodging cars and traffic as the Scorcher demon climbed up and stood above Scott, dwarfing him in shadow. He crouched down so he could hear the driver and looked toward the driver’s side of the bus while kneeling as he was praying.

Jack, Herne, and Warren didn't move a muscle, when faced with the spectral image of the woman. Traditional buckskin adorned the slender body. She raised her hands above her head, "Well are you going to help? You are members of the Scald Crow aren't you?" Jack and Herne took a step back from the phantom, and pushed Warren forward, "You go, whelp."

“Before you dismembered the demon, did you happen to get a good look at it?” He nods. “Maybe five feet tall if I’m being generous. Claws, flat teeth, smelled like the inside of an asshole, with skin resembling an elderly man’s ball sack.” “Scrapper demon. Great. When there’s one there’s usually more. They follow behind more powerful demons, eating their scraps. Hence the nickname. I’m surprised it took them this long to follow behind that Third Hierarchy twatwaffle.” I tip my head. “How many old man ball sacks have you seen?”

Shortly afterwards, they lastly found what they’d been looking for. Evania and Sumico saw a young lady, about the same age with them. The young lady was seen squatting down on the floor, with all her fear, anxiety, panic and frustration. Meanwhile, in front of the young lady, they saw a big, tall, blue monster, with his two long pointed horns, his two sharp canine teeth, and his dark red eyes. The big, tall, blue monster was seen fighting against four scorpion demons which were showing their true forms in four gigantic scorpions.

“Don’t stay up too late. And don’t tell your mother. I think Farm of death was way underrated. Goodnight. Love you squirt.” I giggle at being busted but also Dad keeping my secret. He steals a handful of my popcorn, with Max gobbling up the pieces that fall from his hand. I promise him I won’t stay up all night and I won’t tell Mom. Dad goes to the kitchen and gets himself a bottle of water, before taking Max out to go to the bathroom. Then he makes sure all the windows and doors are locked a final time before turning in for the night. I turn back on Farm Of Death just in time to see a scarecrow come to life and chase a couple through the corn maze with a machete.

We paused for some minutes, letting silence evaporate the atmosphere around us. "Have you ever thought of the hunters being scared of us?" She asked, breaking the silence. I shrugged, pretty sure they wouldn't. They've got this mind of finding demons, why would they be scared of them? "No. They wouldn't, would they?" I replied with a question. "The hunters are just as weak as mere humans. They prove strong with their weapons. They knew Demons weren't in Acacia, they just wanted to play games. Games Acacia had to lose. "

Snatching a torch from one of the columns, I stared into the darkness, “Lilith— whatever you do, don't look into the face of the spirits, they are soul suckers, they feed on contentment and will drain you of your happiness, do you understand?” “Yes— I understand,” her voice trembled. “Good, now can you please give me a hand with this,” I held the torch towards her, watching it light up from a touch of her fingertips, “It's time,” I mumbled. It was pitch black with no signs of life, even the grass was burnt crisp, snapping beneath our feet, pointing ahead of me, I turned to Lilith, “Use your demon eyes to look, but once we reach the scarecrow, we should be safe,”

The crowd cheered as she came in, looking so cute in her fairy-like attire. “You should get your costume ready; you are going after the next stanza...” Debby said, turning to her side but Ichabod was nowhere to be found.... Odin straightened his neck which made a cracking noise as he did so.... “You idiot! Why did you have to wake me up now?” “Oh my god! What is that?” “It’s a Vampire...” “It’s a werewolf.” “Damn that costume is the best I’ve seen...” “It looks so real oh my God! This is so cute!”

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.