Demon Vine Novels & Stories

He pierced a spark of lightning through the arm and blew the arm to pieces which scattered all over the floor. Demon glowered at Wilbur, channeling his wood-type powers now. A vine sprouted out of the ground, spreading out and growing in size rapidly. It was not long before the vine wrapped itself firmly around Wilbur, squeezing tightly with enormous pressure. Wilbur's dragon roared as it swam around him in circles, its rampant dragon aura slicing through the vines like they were made of paper. The vines fell from mid-air in chunks, piling up on the ground. "You bastard! Imbecile."

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

"Eve's power is to suppress the demon's aura when you confront it. The bandages will bind the demon's hands, feet, and neck, making it easier for Reinhard to fight it, even if just a little." "Then why don't you want Eve to do it for me?" "Mystical weapons possessed by demon spirits, sometimes the main ingredients for making those weapons are body parts of the demon corpse itself. For example like mine, Ginny's sword, Andrew's spear, and also Ansel's claws. They all have mystical weapons with materials that are the main part of the body of the devil itself. As for you," Damien paused. "Your scythe is a weapon that the Grim Reaper uses. In other words, it's not a mystical weapon made from a p

For good measure, Willow unleashed her power in full measure, growing poisonous vines from the ground in every direction except at the pole. "Someone is here. Shoot at them!! Where the hell is my guards!" The mage's shout is loud and clear, closer than Willow expected. Sensing her direction, Willow made a vine grow. This kind of vine can be found only in faeland. It renders a person unconscious for a few hours no matter how powerful he is. She let the vine do her job, cutting the shouts of the mage mid-sentence. She then stepped foot beside the vampire, carefully removing the chains with the runes Brenda gave.

“You fight, you survive and you find a way to meet those conditions, even if it means defying your alpha.” She returned to the table and began wrapping the items. “These herbs will strengthen the mate bond, make the separation less painful. The crystals are protective wards, make sure to keep them close. And this…” She held up the vial of silver liquid. “….is for emergencies only.” “What is it?”

I surged forward, my own silver veins glowing a violent, protective violet. I didn't use a weapon. I used the 7.0’s dominant aggression to override the vine's frequency. I grabbed the vine with my bare hands, the silver liquid in my wrist surging into the plant. I wasn't being harvested anymore; I was infecting the island with my own obsession. The girl who had been a pawn was now the virus, and the jungle began to shudder under the weight of my will. I threw myself over Dante, pinning him to the pulsating floor as the chamber rocked with a seismic tremor. The proximity was a terminal heat, a desperate collision of flesh and silver.

"Nature is on my side; vervain never bothered me," I glance up at Adam. "What is vervain?" John answers for me. "A scarce plant that burns vampires and angels alive. It's our greatest weakness,"

There were at least six of them, moving among the trees with that blurred speed that made them look like ghosts. And with them, something else. Something big. The demon emerged from the forest like a stain of darkness taking shape. It was larger than the lesser demons described in the reports. Nearly eight feet tall, its skin like volcanic stone cracked with glowing lines of fire like veins of lava. Its eyes were burning yellow embers, and sulfurous vapor rolled from its open mouth, warping the air around it. The vampires flanked it. One held something small and glowing in his hand and murmured words I recognized immediately.

I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill… According to the text, it grew only in the land of Demoor, a territory once ruled by dark witches, a place steeped in forbidden magic. The description painted a picture of twisted soil and air so saturated with corruption that nothing pure could survive there. Demoor no longer existed though. It had been reduced to ruins centuries ago after a war so devastating it had erased the land from most official histories. And the poison… My breath hitched as I read further. Dead Viles could not be harvested by ordinary hands. It required knowledge, protection, and power far beyond the reach of average assa

she added and all her lips curled into a nefarious smile. The demon was three times taller than an average person because of its elongated neck. Every time she spoke, all the heads’ mouth shut. The voice came from the inside of its’s body. “No, because finally, I could test my strength without holding back.” Grip threw his scythe upward spinning. It vanished into darkness and then a glowing meteor was falling fast from the sky. It landed right in his hand. “My true power,” he added.