Grey Demon Novels & Stories

Grey threw a fist but the caught crushing both hands as he brought Grey to his knees. "This is what got hell shaking? Pathetic!" He pushed Grey with a powerful kick back the dungeon. Ten's head slumped down and her body limp like a coat on a hanger. He focused, hearing a very weak heartbeat... She was in dire need of a doctor.. Grey got on his feet and went for the axe. He enveloped it in flames making the Obsidian stones shine brighter. Demon possessed Aaron walked into the dungeon, his eyes widened at the realisation of the weapon Grey held.

He said when he noticed that she had woken up from her sleep. "You should have woken me up." April unfastened her seat belt and got down from the chopper. It was still midnight but there were street lamps everywhere that April wondered if they had really gotten to their destination. She had imagined Grey city to look somewhat dark, creepy and unpleasant for human habitation since it was where the vampires reside but where she was standing looked like a large parking area. As she turned to question Damon if they had really gotten to Grey city, she sighted a middle aged man approaching them and when he got closer to where they were standing, he bowed at Damon who had already gotten down from t

Keyara shouted. But her scream was too late. Grey had seen everything, even though the man had destroyed every living television screen displaying the scene. Ares felt satisfied; his passion peaked, and something that possessed him was no longer human but a demon that had descended into the world. Grey's anger increased Ares's lust, making him burn with desire. Yes, Ares would show Grey his worst nightmare, a destruction that would lay waste, unimaginable sadness. Ares heard Grey's screams and threats, but it did not deter him. The vengeful man knew he had now perfectly inflicted a long-lasting pain on Grey.

“For your trial, I shall tell you my name before I kill you kid! My name is ……..” “Aamon, the demon of wrath who serves under the arch-demon Azazel! I know what you are demon.” He interjects. “I am honoured!” A sneer appears on Gurudza’s face, Aamon is perplexed by this. “Why are you laughing, kid?” he asks confused. “Divine punishment!” he shouts and lightning strikes Aamon giving Gurudza enough time to escape. At the Dark Forest “Did you feel that power, Garamba?” Gwanhoya asks looking up in the south direction where Gurudza went.

Debby pleaded with tears already falling off her face, her heart palpitating in a hard way. "Did you think my two sisters were not innocent yet your father killed them? Two young precious and lovely girls died before my very eyes. I watched Broderick slaughter my mother as if she's a ram and for my father, he killed him slowly in the most brutal way ?" He said and took his hand off her chin. Hard veins could be seen in his neck and his forehead, "I'm Harry Vernon! the demon of Darkwood! The most powerful man in Asia! I have destroyed every single soul who came against me in the past. I let them beg for death."

I asked Valerie. “That was a Grim demon. They are a type of Abyss demon created when werewolves or humans experience great pain before they die. Their restless souls wander around for a while and soon become corrupted, then merge together at a center to become... that thing you saw. Depending on the number of people that died, there could be hundreds in this forest,” Valerie said. “No! You can't be serious,“ I said, tears gathering in my eyes. “How did you find it anyway?” Marie asked.

Luckily, a bloody footmark was stained on the morgue floor which made things easier for her. Mother was pregnant with me at this point of time and it was risky to use her powers. Conoscenza is a tricky spell that requires a lot of force and energy, and even the most powerful clan of witches usually faints after using it. But it was a witch’s duty to be one with nature – calm, resourceful, and to serve the people’s needs. She needed to do it, not minding the risks it had. She did it anyway, and found out that there was another witch that was behind the virus. The other witch was purposely peeing on dead mortals and resurrecting them without blood to be her army.

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

I say quietly, fighting the urge to go suck what's left dry. I don't wait for them to say anything and run off to where I smell the blood. I see a woman braced against the side of the building and two puncture wounds on her neck. There's a vampire, her blood still smells fresh. That's when I felt a knife enter my waist from someone behind me. I turn to see a vampire, blood staining his mouth. He takes one look in my eyes and his widen in fear. "Dhampir," he says scared.

He may have a very trusting face, but I do not know this man. When he turns around he sees my apprehension then looks down to my hands. He must see a bulge because his whole demeanor changes. I may not know Max Stone, but I can tell he has some kind of darkness buried within him because he is about to unleashed it. Max walks over to me quickly and grabs my throat with his hand. I drop my purse and grip his arm as hard as I can. He is choking me, and I feel myself getting light headed. My right ear is ringing, and I see little black spots around the edges of my vision.