Drake Demon Novels & Stories

Taking my shirt off partially, I jabbed my nails into the top of my spine, pulling out my sword, Slayer Rhakis and summoned the portal to edge of The Demon Realm. Stepping inside, my senses were clear, smelling the first wave of demons a few miles away into hell. I waited patiently, pacing back and fourth and focusing my ears on Hunnie and Kris as I leaned against the cold and icy, black flesh of a pillar. The Realm's bridge was as wide and long as a football field and made up of squirming flesh. All around the bridge was pitch black, the only light coming from the glowing floor of flesh under my feet and the demons portal from Hell.

"I imagine so. Which is not good." "Is he the Demon Dax mentioned he hated?" I ask. I want to believe that this man, Keo, who Oliver told me about, was some fictitious over-exaggeration of what a Demon is believed to be. "He is. He's not like most Demon's, killing without mercy, and on an impossibly large scale," Kastriv explains, confirming my worst fears. He is real. Kastriv himself has seen him in person. How horrifying. "He's a murderer?"

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

He had finally learned to curb his bluntness and speak more tactfully. "We demons are devoted. Once we choose someone, we view them as our lifelong partner and can't betray them. A contract forms naturally. When you call me, I will appear immediately." Only then did I find out about it. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "I was afraid you'd reject me." Without realizing it, Raven had become my exclusive demon. The child trafficking ring that had operated for years was finally brought to justice. I also wrote a story that made headlines across the country.

“Lights up. Audience seated. Let the Demon Games begin.” ‎My jaw dropped, only one thought running rampant in my mind. ‎“Daniel, Victoria get ready for my revenge." ‎ ‎

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

He crashed his fists against the glass and laughed again. “I think you have had all you will from young Mr Stokes,” Drake said. “Often this thing,” he inclined his head towards the glass, “He will hold on to the control for a day at least.” The demon chuckled again. “Hey Strawberries,” he said, and I looked at him, “Remember when I took control of your body? When I had you riding my desk? When I-” the sound cut out and I saw that Drake had moved to switch the speaker off. He smiled weakly at me. Before nodding down the hallway. The demon had realised that he had been cut off and was rampaging around the cell in an eerie silent rage. Something about what he said struck me. He was talking abou

Gods know I didn’t like that solution, but I had no other choice. Tendrils of smoke started to curl around the pentagram, dark, cold, unfeeling. Ak-kvir licked his teeth as he watched it, and his spit fell on the ground, leaving scorched patches in its wake. He wasn’t scared. They wouldn’t touch him. But me... Do demons eat half-demons? Of course they do. They eat everyone, with the exception of those who eat them. The men stopped twitching and stared at my movements as if mesmerized.

Hosts never have the freewill until they are free of any demon's possession. "Cadmus said a lot of trash about me and I wonder if this is your doing. Is this part of your parlor tricks?" He asked, shaking his head. Drake leaned back on the chair, legs crossed. "I'm sorry to say this but no. It's nothing like a parlor trick but more of power. Something you have never seen before. And I have come to make things right. Between us." He gestured for Krepe to sit on a chair before him which he took hesitatingly, quite surprised at how changed his friend has now become. Drake rose to the counter, without the aid of his staff to get a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

Kat came to stand beside him, her hand upon his shoulder. As all the demons raised their heads Scribe suddenly bellowed out. “All hail Demon Lord Ruben, our master of the Ninth Circle” The demons all boomed out in their loudest voices. “Hail Demon Lord Ruben!” Three times before falling silent and expectant. Ruben glanced up at Kat. “What now? I really hope they aren’t expecting a speech.” “No…” She giggled behind her hand. “You can tell them to ah…fuck off, now.” Scribe said with a little amusement.