Demons Don't Cry Novels & Stories

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.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Austin woke up, yawning as he switched on the news. "The country is in a turmoil as strange creatures are seen on the street" The reporter explained as the camera was pointed at some demons. "Fuck!. Dracula had started" He wrote and left the house. He arrived on the streets and he saw his mom and the army. "Aim for their hearts, it'll kill them" Fiona yelled as they split up and battled with demons, some had several eyes and double body parts with big eyes. The demons kept increasing and they were outnumbered.

Fuzzy. "Hey!" Santino shouts, making all our heads snap his way. Including Matteo, who seemed very engaged in his movie. "What did you do?! Why is she crying?!" Santino shouts shoving Tio off of him, as everyone's heads then snap to mine. Oh.....

Angela said and shed tears, pretending to be vulnerable in front of the king who concocted her and helped her to become a powerful demon. Satan moved his left leg and kicked the woman in the stomach, making her roll in pain. Blood came out from her mouth and trailed down as she looked up at his master. A demon never shed tears unless their master had banished them. The feelings Angela adored for her master were pristine and had them kept in her wings. “You tortured her. You made her bleed,” the devil growled and grasped the throat the way she had held Bella’s. Satan reached for her left wing with his free hand and tore it from her shoulder. Angela’s wide eyes showed disbelief and pain toward

Aunt Sol got terrified and covered her ears from sounds I made her hear in our house. "Stop!!!!" She screamed I stopped and crossed my arms and stared at her, "now, explain…" I was furious. She sighed and sat on the couch next to her. Her fingers were entangled and she appeared anxious. It would be because what she was going to tell me might shake my entire world. "Am I a demon as well?" I asked with tears in my eyes. "No… no!!! You are not a demon…" she got up and shook her head. "Then what am I? Please…" tears poured and wiped them away.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

It angered Young’s new demon to know that the little cockroach was still being so persistent, especially when he was in the middle of handling business with the other contenders, her management team. The Hunger Games replaying in their dreams was not doing everything that he had hoped in the time frame he had planned. They needed an extra push and he knew exactly the thing to be able to get them over that cliff. Maybe seeing their death would be the trick. Something about facing the unstoppable yet constantly faught, that sobers a soul, effectively and effortlessly too. He’d learned from experience how that knife cut, the amount of bribing and cunning he had to use to get out the eternally d

This might be the only time he will allow it. Aeron got off the bed, and I led him to my bathroom into the shower. I took off his shirt and gasped. He was bruised everywhere. I put my hands on his bruises while tears came to my eyes. Why would he do this to himself? "Why?" I managed to try to handle my tears. "To keep the demons away," he confessed, and I looked up at him. I could see the haunted look in his eyes. Whatever happened to him in Pictoria had stayed with him, and it had robbed him of his soul.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.