Demonic Barney Novels & Stories

They get this vicious look in their eyes. "Barney works for Levi, or his dad. I'm not really sure. He just seems to always be around." Renae comments and I bite the inside of my cheek so I don't laugh. "Okay, so he's a creeper. What did he do to Lacey?" Sarah asks, her tone has a bite to it, Jagger turns in his seat, so he's looking at us from the front.

I could examine the details as if I was right there. “Alpha Timothy, it’s good to see you here. What can I get for you?” the bartender asked a man. I walked around the counter so that I could see the face that belonged to the demon I would behead soon. He was in his late-thirties or early-forties. His obsidian eyes fit him because he was a fucking demon indeed. There was nothing warm in his eyes at all. Straight features, perfectly sculpted facial hair, and looking like he was a billionaire. It was all about the image for him.

Barney As he does, Lorna reaches for Dean’s cock. She strokes him, coaxing him back to life with skilled hands and whispered promises. “Come on, big guy. You’ve got more for me. I want that famous knot in my ass this time. While Sam fucks my pussy.” Dean groans, his eyes rolling back as he hardens in her fist. “You’re a fucking demon, you know that?” “You love it,” Lorna counters, guiding him behind her.

Whom did I summon as my assistant? Ak-kvir, of course. The demon arrived almost immediately, forgetting that it was evening. His naked skull was laughing. “Glad to see you, necromancer.” “How about some work, beast?” He wasn’t really evil, but he wasn’t human either . Ak-kvir knew that I wasn’t trying to offend him and kept grinning. Then he swore an oath, without prompting, and I leaped onto his back. We headed to the Tevarrian camp. Inside, everything was quiet. Two days’ journey wasn’t a distance you could cover immediately and descend upon the enemy.

"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?"

He should just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. And he did exactly that, relaxing his stance, leaning back against the wall with one leg crossed over the other, while he amused himself with the spectacle before him. One of the kids took his interest. It was Barney. And he was walking toward Big Boss. Barney was a show-off shit, one who was constantly harping on about how he was too cool for this orphanage and that one day some filthy rich family would come and collect him to live in a filthy rich mansion. And Big Boss sure looked like the type of man who belonged in a filthy rich mansion.

It could be her last, after all. With a refocused mindset, she headed back out, determined to brush it off and enjoy the rest of their time at the pub. Matt and Clayton were laughing about something when she returned to her seat and she noted a fresh cocktail settled in front of her. "What the hell is this thing?" she asked, eyeballing the purple and green liquid swirling inside the jam jar. "It's a 'Barney'," Matt replied with a chuckle. "Right... Like the dinosaur," she nodded with a giggle, taking a sip. "Fuck, that's good!" she exclaimed, taking another, larger sip. Once she released the straw from her lips, Clayton reached over and slid the glass in front of him. He took a sip and gagge

The drunk man, who pointed at me earlier, was leading these morons now. "Stay right there if you don't want to get hurt!" I roared. My voice echoed throughout the whole bar, reaching the ceiling. The roof shook, and the floor formed a crack. "D*mn, your power is really amazing!" Demeter whispered as she glanced at the cracked floor. "Alpha Dylan better make his bar super-creature proof. If not, he is going to renovate it every time we come!" "Who said we are coming back?" I vented my anger on Demeter, who forced us to come here. "We are not coming back here, okay?!"

I knew there was a way to cheat death and bring him back to life, I had to find it. I couldn't even lay him to rest, I let his body rest perfectly in a coffin inside his chambers. To me he wasn't dead yet, he was only resting. My search had led me all over the world but currently the path had led me to a dimly lit bar in the heart of Damascus, where the air was thick with the stench of smoke and cheap whiskey. I was here looking for someone. My source informed me that a demon, Valak, frequented this bar. Valak had been rumored to smuggle souls out of hell for a price. He was my last lead.

I even hurt myself by smashing the door with my bare hands. I even broke the mirror and tear my skin. My life is a mess and it’s hard to take revenge with my demon. I better die. I grab on a broken part of the mirror and place it under my chin leaning it closer to my neck. Before I could do anything else to myself, I noticed that I have a different reflection on the broken mirror. It’s Shaira with a demonic smile on her face. All of a sudden, I can no longer control my hand. It’s frozen and I can no longer move them.