Demonic Barney Novels & Stories

He was a member of the Sky Demons, after all. "I've attained new enlightenment while cultivating the Desolate Ancient Scripture. I achieved it several days faster than I thought," Barry answered while retracting his aura. He landed on the ground. "Do you know them?" Chase noticed Barry had no ill feelings toward him and was relieved. He wanted to ask about the current situation of the Sky Demon Army, but was unable to when he looked around and saw the soldiers whose heads he had chopped off. Barry was from the same race, after all.

I could have done a hell lot worse! I mean he's definitely an upgrade from Pierre Moretti and his smelly, sweaty palms...This man is a god compared to him! But still.... knowing that doesn't stop the furious trembling in my limbs. ​So I swallow hard and force my legs to move. I step forward, my feet shuffling awkwardly across the plush carpet as I make my slow, agonizing approach toward him... Like a nervous deer approaching a lion. It's fine, Barbara! Just... Act like you've been in a red-light sex dungeon before!

replied Edmund in a stern tone. Count Barney smiled tearfully. Thank you, Your Grace. Thank you for your kindness,” said Count Barney, worshiping Edmund and banging his forehead repeatedly on the floor. Count Barney was returned to prison. But this time, the cells given were cleaner and drier. He was given new, clean clothes and warm food that was more humane. There was a bed with a clean mattress. Edmund decided to treat Count Barney better than before. Edmund quickly shared his hypothesis with King Ruven Omanelis. He suspected a crack in the dimensional gap that provided the entrance for the demon-beasts to attack Magica.

I scrunched my brows. "And, who are you and why should I listen to you? I will call the police if you try to be smart." She warned me and chuckled. "Before you reach for that phone in your handbag, I will send you to heaven or hell. But I won't be doing it… I am here for Alexis…" "Who are you?" She was concerned. "I am.. Stefan Donovan, the demon prince…" I introduced myself and left her gaping at me.

The horrid sight and odor have my gut retching to the pit. That’s it! I have had enough of this shit! Damon is a demonic incarnate of whoever the devil in hell might be. My tail of courage tucked between my legs in cowardice, creeps slithering down my spine and the large part of my brain screaming at me to get the hell out of here before someone might catch me sneaking in this place. However, as I was about to abandon this petrifying quest, the sound of metal clacking caught my attention. Snapping my neck to the source, my heart sank to my feet with what I saw.

And alas, that voice was so strikingly familiar. “Go.” “Make it quick and make sure he doesn’t survive this” Hell if you think this was over because in that moment, coming out of the darkness was none other than Dimitri. He was back and he was back for vengeance. Who knew what he has up his sleeves but those words didn’t sound good. And of course, there was only one him—Oscar Baron. “I want you to kill him in cold blood.” Dimitri’s voice was followed by a harkening cackle and alas, even though Oscar had survived the surgery, this was still far from over.

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

"I don't have any business with you!" "Half-demons really can't handle the heavy lifting, can they?" Raven mocked. Before Vargos could even register the insult or make a move, Raven dropped down and grabbed him by the throat with an iron grip. Using full force, Raven began sucking the life force straight out of him, doing the exact same thing Zariel had done to Maera earlier. Vargos screamed as his skin instantly withered and shriveled up, turning into a dried-out mummy in a matter of seconds.

I didn't know for sure but that sounded like Sophia. My heart raced as we barreled down the hall. Barry threw the door open, nearly taking it off the hinges. What we saw was complete chaos. "What did you do?" I asked, terrified of the girl that laid in blood before me. "He is mine!" Sophia said. Her eyes deep purple, skin radiating with sparkles, and hair turned black as night. "Is he dead? What did you do?" I shouted, shaking Dylan to wake. "Oh fuck me, she is a demon!" Dylan said, grabbing his neck and moaning like he was high.