Demonic Barney Novels & Stories

Then, ignoring the protests from the doctors, Lord Barbenheim ordered the tubes to be removed from his body and demanded to be brought to the secret room within the Barbenheim Institution. The room was filled with collections of the Barbenheim Institution. At the far end stood a massive screen, which Lord Barbenheim instructed his men to activate. This screen was a communication link with the Divine Hall, and it was seldom used. The screen flickered to life after a pause and revealed a figure wearing a blood-red demonic mask. “Lord Barbenheim, Titus Williams, what do you want?” the figure asked coldly.

Even the ticking of the antique clock grated against my nerves. I closed my eyes and I saw him again. Baron, kneeling at the altar, whispering prayers not for himself, but for me. ‘Lord… deliver Ezreal from his demons…’ My jaw clenched, the glass nearly shattering in my grip. Demons? He still thought he knew me. Maybe he thought that he could save me with scripture and half-hearted prayers. Pathetic. And yet… I could still feel the way his body trembled beneath mine, the pulse of desire he tried to choke down with piety.

Milo Austin pointed at my nose and spat, "You piece of trash! Still pretending, huh? You think calling someone's gonna save you? The Tucker family? Never heard of them. I'm calling the police now and have you attested." Blood streamed between my fingers as I clutched my abdomen. My vision swam, the world fading in and out. Looking at the group of henchmen behind him, I regretted not bringing my bodyguards with me that day. I glanced around, desperate for rescue, but everyone just watched, whispering and smirking. Grinding my teeth, I forced myself to stand. My eyes locked on Milo—cold, bloodshot, murderous. "I don't care who you think you are," I said. "I'll say it once. I am Barney Tucker f

Hendrix replied. "The demon in me is your lord, Hendrix?" Alex asked, puzzled. "Yes, he is. Haven't you wondered why I am the only one who can make you return to your normal state whenever it feels like you're about to erupt?" Hendrix eyed Alex and continued, "I'm the demon's keeper. Its protector. Your people have harmed my demon, and that is why I would ruin them."

And then he fell and died. "the video seems pretty straight forward to me, he fell down and died. It was a freak incident" Dante said. "but what was he screaming at?" Paolo asked. "Yes, what was all that about?" Dante asked the chief security. "For the past weeks, master has been having bad nightmares and seeing hallucinations of things of things not there. Master's doctor diagnosed him with a stress disorder and recommended lots of rest. I am sure he must have seen one of his hallucinations last night" the chief of security replied.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

and has his pack name. “Son of a bitch,” King Gene mutters and flips the page again. “Here.” This time, I am faced with a man who is nearly as good-looking as Alpha Reece. It says, “Beta Barnabas,” under his picture. “Barnabas?” I repeat. King Gene shrugs. “So what? He goes by Barney.” I almost laugh. What a ridiculous name. “Is he a big purple dinosaur? Is he a bumbling deputy in a small town?”

It was dark, haunting and extremely terrifying for a normal human to even think about it, let alone seeing it with their eyes. Calix shoved the Rossi Cartel's heiress, Lorena and her lover, Madox, inside the basement. The chained couple fell on the rugged ground with a vigorous force. Their already wounded bodies got badly bruised. “Boss, we got them….” Calix uttered to that brutal man, who was sitting on a chair, with a burning cigarette in his hand. His legs were crossed while his eyes peered at that couple in front of him, who dared to tarnish his reputation and name just for the sake of their f*cking love.

Serious power. "Impressive, isn't it?" Damien’s voice came from behind me, close enough that I felt his breath on my neck. "It's beautiful," I managed, my mouth suddenly dry. "Make yourself comfortable." He moved to a bar area, pulling out two crystal glasses. "Vodka? Wine? Whiskey?" "Wine is fine," I said, perching on the edge of a leather sofa that probably cost more than a car. This guy is rich—wealthy. Fucking wealthy.

"What did…" "Sorry," Barren shrugs, smirking. "It’s clear that you’re on to me if you came all the way here to find me. If that is the case, I can’t possibly let you live. I hope you understand." "Ben…" I gasp, turning in time to see Benny collapsing against the ground due to a dart that rests in his neck. "How?" "The walls have eyes and teeth," Barren chuckles. "Do you really think I’d be unprepared for such events?"