Demonic Barney Novels & Stories

But lately, reports have been of the Dark Knight’s men snooping around, waiting for me to make one wrong move. “I—I don't know what you're talking about. I d—don’t even know who you are.” She stammer out, whimpering, afraid of my demon form before her. It's exactly how I like my captives to be, Afraid. Trembling at my feet. Scared of my unpredictable nature. “Liar!” I growled, grabbing on her neck. I want to go easy, but easy never gets the job done. “You knew exactly where I'd be. At the exact spot I'd be standing, perfect timing, and you want me to believe you're innocent?” I tighten my free hand to a fist, guarding myself from showing mercy.

Vivian Stone, have you ever considered that this isn't my father's body, but yours? Vivian rolled her eyes at me. "My father is an honest, simple man. How would he provoke a kind college student into running him over?" She opened a video call and showed it to me as if she were flaunting a trophy. "Look. With one order from me, your father's corpse will be nothing but bones." In the video, Robert's body was being carried to the edge of a pool by several people in protective suits. White smoke rose from the liquid inside.

“This is a demonstration.” “Of what?” “That your structure has ghosts in its bones.” Silence stretched, tight, meaningful. Internal compromise. Not total, but real. Dominic accepted that fact instantly. No denial phase. No emotional recoil. “Scope,” he said. Vale nodded approvingly. “Good question. Limited ghost-key. Single building. Single window.” “How long?” I asked. “Eight minutes.” I laughed softly. “That’s generous.” “I’m a generous adversary.” “No,” Dominic said. “You’re a theatrical one.”

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"The alpha will reward anyone who knows a way they might defeat the demon's clan." "Really?" One of the men Interrupted. "I'll love to meet with the alpha and tells him I have a great plan in exchange for an inn which should be filled with so many naive, timid, and young virgins which I could trample, fuck and pound while they keep begging for my mercy until they are out of breath " "Dream in monkey!" The other man said, pushing the Amber glass within the grasp of his fingers against the first man who had spoken. "Stupid fantasy!"They hissed, cursed, and jeered at the other man.

Mr Barney is choking on his breath as he holds his neck tight. This is not him choking himself, it is someone with a higher power doing it. It is Amanda, she is punishing them for failing to kill Damon. She is very annoyed and disappointed, she wants to kill them but she feels it's not yet time for him to die. He's still going to be useful for so many other things. "Please...for...give me..." Mr Barney pleaded for his life in the hands of Amanda. It only made Amanda happy.

the bartender replied “why are you asking? is he your friend? “ “No he was murdered “ Lucy said “Murdered!!! “The bartender was surprised “Now that I think about it, one of his friends was possessed by a low level demon “ “A low level demon? “

Damon's lips curled into a smile. "It'll be different this time, Damon. I'm not the same person as before. If we really start fighting, you might not be a match for me." "Hehe, you're really arrogant. I forgot to tell you, Master Barney sent me down here to deal with you guys." "You!" Tina said, "Why is Barney going back on his words? Didn't he say that no one will stop us as long as we can leave?"

Renard's anger exploded, he grabbed the much smaller demon, as small as a human, and dragged it back into the bar. The place reeked of a smell much worse than just alcohol and the heat in here was over bearing, it hit him with intensity immediately he stepped in. The other demons, due to the noise and minimal lighting in the place, took no notice of Renard at first. The Arch Angel stood by the entrance, blocking the door and still holding on to the demon by the head, his palm covering its entire face. Renard spread his wings wide and flapped once, powerfully, it was all the distraction he needed because every demon in the bar turned to look at him, the noise died down almost immediately.

If someone does not stop them, that guy would swallow that girl and digest her. Tuning out everything happening around him, he weaves through the crowd of sweaty clubbers, trying hard to avoid body contact. He got to the bar and took a seat. A cheerful bartender greeted him. He was moving to the loud music and seemed to be having a good time. "Hello, pal." "Hey man, having a good time, huh?" Damien replied, taking in the appearance of the man. He was black and huge with bulging muscles. The man had a tattoo on his neck and wore a gold chain necklace. He looked more like a bouncer than a bartender.