Demons And Dungeons Novels & Stories

I can sense demons he reported but that's impossible there is no way demons would be able to breach Sparda A roar suddenly filled the arena shaking everything as a demon portal appeared in the middle of the arena a burning ring of black hells fire tore itself open great hulking things came marching out these were lesser demons Frightening monsters they had no visible eyes or face to speak of only blistered and burned black leathery skin if it could be called that held a gaping mouth of razor-sharp teeth its hands were large spiked clubs like from back in the medieval days except they consisted of flesh and bone, and when they moved their feet the ground shook like small earthquakes the loud

And that was because a person's life was more important than finding the radius of a circle. The teacher talked about the levels of demons. Low-level demons which were common yet mildly dangerous. Mid-level demons were more uncommon but in multitudes like criminals, they are highly dangerous and most likely require a demon hunter to kill them. Then high-level demons, when one is seen the city must be immediately evacuated. They require multiple demon hunters to kill them. Finally special ranked, are rare but when sighted, not even a nuke can stop them. "Ma'am, what are the princes of hell? I saw it on news." A boy asked

If he does not see what faintly strides through the dark night. So he turns again. He does not come to full view. He watches the figure move like the zombies from the video game. It was how the Apocalypse begins. First, a single zombie is seen raiding the streets but just as humans think they had it under control, a pack would lash out of a corner, charging towards them. No! Don't think that. Zombies are not real.

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

Only now they stood in front of her with no Jason to shield her, much more than four: two huge Dragonid demons with their slinking scorpion-like bodies and their gaping, barbed mouths, a phalanx of Moloch demons, flames gaping from their eyeless sockets, and more Tracker demons, tentacles flailing in the air. "Demons," Maddie said, rooted to the spot in fear "They're everywhere" "Nothing we can't handle" Ayesha said and drew two more daggers from her belt with a grunt. The demons hissed at the sight of it, but they didn't back down. Cassie unsheathed a Celestial Sword, her kaleidoscopic eyes blazing with fury. "Maddie," she said "Get behind me" As Maddie moved to stand behind Cassie, one Tra

“Isn’t that every demon's job today?” She smiled again, “Some of the demons just have vendettas and they have waited centuries for a chance to get their revenge,” she explained, “The demons were warned about this war weeks ago. Hex will tell them it’s time, and they know that you are with Damien, a level two, they know that means that they have to protect you.” Her words eased the queasiness in my stomach slightly, but not entirely. There was still a war about to break out. Heaven versus Hell, the kind of thing that only happens in video games was now happening to me.

I kept my eyes on my shoes, wishing the sun would just finish setting so we could go back inside. “You know,” Jeremiah said, breaking the quiet. “There is an old story about this time of evening. They say dusk is when the demons come out.” I bit my lip to keep from rolling my eyes. I didn't think he was the type for ghost stories. I decided to play along just to keep the conversation moving. “Demons? What are they looking for?” I asked, stepping slightly closer to him as a shadow flickered in the trees. “They hunt for souls,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “They call out your name. They can mimic the voice of anyone you trust. A friend, a parent, or someone you love. If you answer th

Landon asked. “Yes.” “How do we kill it?” Reede asked. “That’s where Dane comes in.” Dane dropped his duffel on the desk, distributing goggles and knives. “The demons can’t hide from the infrared goggles at night. These knives are not regular knives. Its blade is plated with an old sword wielded by a Nephilim.” “A half-angel?” Amelia asked in shock. “Wow. Have you met one?” “No. It was ages ago.” Dane turned to her. “Just like werewolves, they age slowly, five hundred years old and longer.”

The trio spread out, each taking a defensive stance, ready to face the horrors that awaited them. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet, and a swirling vortex of darkness materialized before them. From its depths emerged the first demon, a towering beast with jagged horns and eyes that burned with an unholy fire. Its skin, as black as the abyss, seemed to ripple with raw power. With a roar that sent shivers down their spines, the demon lunged at Marcus, its claws slashing through the air. Marcus, with his werewolf agility, evaded the attack and retaliated with a swift, powerful strike.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“