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.

Baron went still in my lap. “He said it wasn’t… natural,” Aiden continued. “Not something that came from any recognized doctrine. According to him, it was something darker. Demonic. Something that didn’t belong to this world at all. Malrick wants to tap into the forbidden magic and make himself immortal. But what they don't know is that the ritual sells their souls to the Devil.”

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

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.

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.

“The law can’t judge you. If the death broadcast lets you live, we’ll go over and kill you!” “F*ck you! I’m 30 years old and still single. Not only did you f*cking kill so many people, you also want to play with more people and men? We have to kill you!” However, under Rainier’s encouragement, Barnett suddenly became much more clear-headed. Crack! The bolt was pulled out. Creak! The animal trap was opened, and the barbs on it also hooked onto Barzel’s flesh and pulled it down. “Ah! Ah –”

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."

"You would betray your friend just to compete with her. Why should I believe you?" Elodie collapsed. I, meanwhile, was already counting down the minutes until night. When Lucien left, I called after him, "Can I come early?" This time he laughed softly, finally believing I was truly interested in him. "Of course. Come find me." With those words, I waited until he had gone and slipped over early. The moment I pushed open the door, I saw him behind a thin curtain, the full force of his demonic true form barely concealed. His dragon body was powerful, marked with black scales.

Currently, Barney acted completely different than when she was with Zion. Jenson suddenly laughed, and there was a hint of irony on his evil lips. "Has Zion ever seen you like this? Barney, do you dare to let Zion see how you're acting right now?" "Get lost!" Barney flew into a rage from embarrassment and attacked Jenson directly. A silver needle immediately stabbed Mr. Hans. That strength was definitely done by a martial artist. Jenson managed to avoid it. He knew that he had angered Barney, so he stood up and left with a complicated expression.