Demonic Barney Novels & Stories

"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?"

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.

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.

One drop of my venom could poison an entire barrel of water. Actually, I'm quite catlike. Have you seen an angry cat? They strike their enemies with their tails...and so do I. Sometimes, I miss. Sometimes, I don't. Why not, really? I am a half-demon, am I not? An unholy creature? You bet! A crown assassin? Absolutely. Too bad for me, though, half-demons aren't fit to be kings. I fell into a trap; I served the crown so well that I ended up wearing it, and it doesn't want to let me go. How did it happen?

"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.

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?!"

Barrett snapped at Serena to leave, then instructed Tara to dismiss all the servants, allowing only his father and older brother to remain in the room. Lately, Barrett had been drinking more than usual. His complexion appeared sallow and haggard. His hair was a mess, like wild grass growing unchecked. His beard, likely only shaved a few days ago, had already grown out in a thin, patchy circle around his pale, cracked lips. To any onlooker, he resembled a wild, mangy dog.

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.

"You'll see when it's time, I'm going to the g/c's office now and when I do, you'll be outside recording the entire conversation I am about to have. Okay?" "Okay, Senior" "Don't call me that". He pointed and walked away. I followed. Daniel Jegede was tall, muscular and dark skinned, he had a maturely handsome face and looked more like a twenty year old than a seventeen year old. He had the long confident stride of a basketball and the arms of a wrestler. I started to wonder if he had used those hands to strangle Lola to death or if he was going to strangle me to death. I made it my business to walk at a safe distance from him in case I needed to start running for my dear life.