Fox Demon Novels & Stories

There were many effects a Fallen could give to the person it haunts. The last time Mona had read about it made the person became overly crazed to the point they had devoured their own family flesh by flesh. The true reason wasn’t told and it was hard to compare the case with Dominic considering the person was a human and he is a werewolf.

If there is something I do not want, it is to be placed in the darkness. "Someone better tell me what is happening." I shift my gaze from each person face. Crescent is the first to talk. "He is back. His name is Doomsblood, the most barbaric Vampire the world has ever encountered. He can see templates of the future, which makes him the hardest vampire to capture. Luna captured him but before then he sired Marcellus and Kael. Luna believed it was his way to come back, and now, it looks like it."

He preyed upon unsuspecting creatures, draining their blood and leaving them lifeless husks in his wake. His transformation had made him stronger, faster, and more powerful than ever before. His eyes glowed with an eerie red light, and his fangs were razor-sharp, capable of tearing through flesh with effortless ease. As Damon's power grew, so did his reputation. He became known as the "Dark Prince," a creature of terror feared by all who dared to enter the forest.

The once elegant figure is now twisted into a demonic entity, an incarnation of vampiric power at its zenith. The battlefield, bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight, became a theater for the convergence of primal forces. Dylan, now an unholy specter, exuded an aura of menace that sent ripples of fear through those who dared to witness his transformation. Chastity, standing resolute against this grotesque incarnation, faced a formidable adversary whose essence resonated with the darkest corners of vampiric lore.

I looked up, and his eyes met mine. "There you are..." he smirked. "Your father was a demon, in love with a vampire. In a time when that love was forbidden," he said, and I sighed. Somehow, his presence soothed the fury and anger I had been feeling minutes ago. "Vampires only go feral when they get starved of blood..." Dominic explained, "Demons, on the other hand, get feral when they are subjected to intense pain..." He said, and I looked up.

he demanded. "Because I could feel it," Drex replied flatly. "Feel it? What is that supposed to mean? Don’t play games with me! You’re the killer, aren't you?" Bob pressed, trying to corner him. Drex let out a long, weary sigh, seemingly exhausted by the baseless accusations. "Believe it or not, the culprit isn't human, Officer. Charlotte was the victim of a hungry vampire." I froze, staring at Drex. He spoke the word 'vampire' with such chilling conviction. Officer Bob’s eyes widened, likely wondering if Drex was hallucinating or simply hiding something massive behind a fairy tale.

he impatiently asked. He showed zero mercy when he used to torture us. Let him know the taste of his own medicine and suffer. I chuckled at my restless demon and asked him back, “You want to dig in, in which part of him ?” And finally, the deed shall happen on a Red Moon Night . . . . “His soft neck. I want to drain off his throat pipes off blood and air,” Damon replied and after that no power in the world could stop Zompano’s screeching cries.

The old Chevy pickup rumbled to life, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he headed toward Aqua's house. The drive to her place was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would say. When he finally pulled up to her house, he parked the truck and leaned against it, waiting. The morning sun cast a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

I felt every part inside of me tearing apart at the look on her face, a look of disbelief and great disappointment. "Now you all know that I am not a liar," laughed Turner. She is the one who made the blood-eyed werewolf who he is today, stronger and the greatest enemy to all mankind!" shouted Turner. "No," I shook my head. "I was only 6 when I did it, I was too young and scared to understand what I was doing," I explained to Bazaar. "Shut up!" he yelled at me. My entire body froze at his response. Turner unhands my mother.