Grey Demon Novels & Stories

When I reached upstairs I noticed that one guy I was hoping to not see, I tried to dodge him but he noticed me. "Ahh, Mr. Carson, long time no see." He said as he approached me. I let out a dry breath. "Merda." Well, shit if it isn't my exclusive business partner Mr. Grey. I hate this guy. He's annoying and acts as if he knows it all not to mention a fucking pervert. I could put a bullet through his head any time but I can't because he's twenty percent of my wealth. "Mr. Grey," I say, shaking his hand. He chuckles a little then lures me into a hug. Well, fuck me.

And he was sturdy. He was not a creature whoever behind in love, but he has to find her soon. His deep and dark blue eyes seem to glow in brightness and his skin looks like the color of anger and death with thin but bright full pink lips made him even more attractive. His all-black wings pour out the darkness that always kept appearing and disappearing. Overall, he has everything that every girl desires and yes, every female demon worship the ground he walks on. He always used that opportunity to fulfill his lust and sinful desires and after that for only to kill them the next day.

The halls stretched into endless gray stone, the lights flickering before dying completely. Behind me— Thump. Thump. Thump. I turned. Grimmer stood there. But he wasn’t human anymore. He towered over me, his coat moving like smoke, his face a hollow mask of shadow. His eyes burned like embers. "You can’t hide what you are, Elara," he rasped. "The safe is open. The key is turning." Then he moved. Fast. Wrong. Inhuman. Closing the distance in seconds. I tried to scream—but my throat filled with dust. His claw-like hand reached for me—

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

"I get why you're tempted, but this is nuts. The guy's been MIA for two years. For all we know, he could be dead. They're going to inject some dead man's... stuff inside you." I almost choked at that. "Please, don't say that again. And I don't think he's dead. At least, I hope not." "Then why are they hiding him?" Amber pressed. "It doesn't make sense." I was about to respond when the doorbell rang. "Pizza's here!" Amber exclaimed, jumping up. As she went to answer the door, I leaned back, my mind whirling. Amber was right. Why would Damien Grey be in hiding for so long? And what exactly had I gotten myself into? ---

His true amber eyes were dim, shadowed with deep, crushing exhaustion, looking at me with immense sorrow. "Gideon" I cried, lunging forward across the cracked earth. Before I could reach him, a sudden, deafening roar tore through the sky. A towering wave of void fire erupted from the earth between us, solidifying into a massive, shadowy silhouette eight feet tall. The demon stood before me. It had no true face, only a swirling vortex of jagged, violet smoke and ancient, cold eyes that burned with anger. The air around it was so cold that the ash falling from the sky froze mid air into fine black needles.

Nyssa cried while scooping her dead son near her chest and cradling him as close to her as possible, while her tears dripped down incessantly making Zoe feel weak and helpless for the first time in her life as she too dropped near her son in law’s body and cried on his chest. “KARR !!!! YOU BASTARD,” Danielle roared furiously. “Looks like I hit a jackpot,” Karr laughed evilly. “I killed a demon and you human mutt are coming with me. You seem to have got pinker, prettier and healthier here. I can’t wait to have a piece of you now,” the villainous assassin licked his lips with his eager tongue while lust swarmed in his disgusting eyes. “YOU JUST SIGNED YOUR DEATH WARRANT, KARRRR,” Damon scream

Unknown to the demoness, the fire demons didn’t even manage to touch her, for they were all swept away like mosquitos in a single dark blow. When she didn’t feel any new pain, Geraldine opened her eyes to inspect what was going on, and she instantly recognized the familiar dark aura, looking around her, she noticed that the orange flames were replaced with black ones, but Geraldine knew they were not flames, they were shadows, the mossy ground was tainted red and chops of flesh were thrown around her, she didn’t understand how did he kill them so fast, without a single sound, without any sign of resistance from them, as if he was a death ghost.

KILLIAN The sky above had darkened to a bruised purple, streaked with veins of lightning that cracked the heavens as if the gods themselves were bearing witness to this moment. The air was thick with the scent of blood, smoke, and the unmistakable foul and rotten smell of dark powers and demons. Garam didn’t move as we pounded swiftly towards him.

Dakota clearly heard the ominous sound and looked up, but there appeared to be nothing visible. His expression of astonishment had barely faded when a deafening roar echoed through the air. The true form of the entity slowly emerged from the confines of the Demon's Box—a colossal being shrouded in a sinister blood-red hue.