Demons And Dungeons Novels & Stories

“Caution never hurts. You need to be prepared for shuffling zombies." Dave made a contemptuous throaty sound. "Please. They are just as dangerous or focused as the demon that summons them. Most will give up before the fight gets interesting." I never knew how serious to take Dave. He was a good guy, even with dark red skin, purest black eyes, and occasional bouts of uncontrollable anger. But nobody is perfect. “I swear,” he continued. “Most demons have ADD2. As soon as things start to get better, they leave to start some new shit. That's why they never finish anything."

So I focused on listening to the details. "The demon Alpha wrote us a letter that he's visiting" he explained. " What!" Alec exclaimed. I could see how he became suddenly agitated. I was supposed to be scared because I know this is going to be a bloody war but I wasn't to my own surprise. My brothers are good warriors. I don't think they've lost any battle. "The counsel is in uproar because of that stupid letter that was delivered by the postman this evening" Damion said. " We need to prepare for whatever is coming," Alec said, touching his forehead like he caught a headache.

I gathered many demons that I can to pursue my plan. And as soon as I thought this was the day. My very life and my revenge will perish along with my memory. I hope the remaining abyssal demon will know what kind of monster the organization created. Teresa, the embodiment of a true demon. She is the one who will turn the balance within this land upside down.

He commented. "I know and I want to kill each one of them." I said with a depressed voice. "I know what happened to you before you were saved by the Godfather. Demons are pesky and need to be eliminated. I wondered how many of them had reproduced with humans. I have heard from a source that they are preparing an army of demons and wanted to start a war against us." Azeal whispered to me. "Are you sure?" I was shocked but concealed my emotion and kept waving at the villagers.

His blood ran cold when everyone froze in place, Asha included Damian and Diamanté had suddenly appeared at their table as if the two chairs they were sitting in were there the whole time. “Well well well, look what Blood’s got going on here. You’re in heaven right now, aren’t you?” Damian asked though not expecting an answer. Diamanté went to run the back of his hand against Asha’s face, but Young growled out, “don’t you dare touch her.” Both demons eyed him and shared a troubling look. “The council sent us to see how your progress is going and imagine our surprise when we find you humaning around with your little doll,” Damon said.

Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose. His dual nature became an ever-present torment. He found himself torn between the memories of a life he cherished and the reality of the darkness that threatened to consume him. The demon's whispers grew louder, urging him to surrender, to give in to his true nature. But in the depths of his being, a flicker of resistance burned, a small flame of hope that refused to be extinguished.

Didn’t dare slow down. But as she leapt over a pit, her footing slipped. She crashed to the ground, scrambling up only to find herself surrounded again. The demons smiled darkly. "Unmask. Now. Or die." "Go to hell," Jo spat. "We are from hell," they chuckled. Suddenly, a howl split the sky, clear, piercing, powerful. The demons froze. "We don’t have time. The puppies are coming," one muttered. A blur of white and black slammed into them: Dante.

"One stands guard at the entrance, while the other feasts upon the flesh of the unfortunate." Deacon absorbed the information, his mind racing with tactical calculations. "Demons possess an uncanny ability to multiply rapidly, my friend," he warned, his voice laced with caution. "However, I have devised a plan. I shall ascend to the roof of the house, unleashing my fiery breath to engulf it in flames, distracting one of the demons. Meanwhile, you will engage the other demon, aiming to sever its horn, even if capturing it proves elusive," he explained, his voice carrying a weight of strategic insight.

I pondered. "Tch, that's not possible." "Instead of wasting time on such thoughts, let's focus on reading the report my spies have sent." My information network had delivered an intriguing piece of news. It revealed the existence of alternate dimensions where demons resided. The more I delved into the report, the more astonished I became. These dimensions were discovered through the combined efforts of Duke Ifrit and Duchess Isla, who reported that demons dropped a crystallized essence known as demonic essence upon their demise.

I said deliberately, "It isn't your fault. Allison's death isn't your fault, your father's death isn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong, sometimes we just have to accept things no matter how ugly they are." The agony I saw in his eyes made my heart break but I didn't stop speaking, "That's just how life is; one minute you have everything you could possibly want and the next you're being dragged down into this never ending pit of darkness. But you see, the dark isn't all that bad, once you accept it, once you stop panicking, you realize that the darkness is actually a part of you and you can't really fear something that is a part of you. You know, I've always s