Demonic Barney Novels & Stories

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? “

Barney gave Damon a cold look and said disappointedly, "What's this? Do you lack confidence in yourself?" Damon shook his head and said, "Master Barney, I don't want to die, and I hope you know that I belong to the Dark Messenger. I will help you because it's the Dark Messenger's arrangement. I hope you won't go too far." "That's too bad." Barney sighed and then stepped aside, saying, "All right, considering you've completed the mission for me, you may go."

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

At this moment, Lucinda was blushing, her expression full of unmet desire as she pleaded, "I get this… itch whenever I drink. Just scratch this itch for me, will you, Mr. Glover? Just shield me with your body so my dad doesn't notice us." As I stared down at the fleshy globes through her neckline, I gulped. She was indeed a stunner. She was curvy and more voluptuous than those stars in adult films. Heat kept surging within me, becoming impossible to suppress. Who could ever resist when a spectacular 20-year-old woman begged them for a favor as such? I took a quick glance at Jerry next to me. Not only had he already reached his hand under Maya's skirt, but Maya even leaned into it, parting he

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.

“I survived, but barely,I may have screamed at a cadaver. Don’t judge.” Dean grunted. “You probably deserved it.” Troy rolled his eyes. “Cadavers don’t scream back. You’re safe.” Becky leaned forward. “I think it’s hilarious that Barry treats embalming like an emotional trauma.” “Trauma is trauma,” Barry muttered, taking a slow sip of his coffee.

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.

"Let's head in. The bar is kind of redneck. There's nothing classy about it. But they're good folks and the live band and karaoke is pretty entertaining." "Karaoke?" Rick said warily. "Don't worry, big guy," Lance said while giving him a quick hug. "We won't force the world to hear you sing." Rick grinned and placed his hand on his lover's shoulders as they headed to the bar, but he removed it a moment later and Lance felt slightly sad at the loss of contact. They couldn't be affectionate in public the way that Kendra and Jeffery could, or even the way that Christopher and Ashleigh could, especially not in Covington Kentucky when it wasn't just race but also the added issue of homosexuality.

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war