Grey Demon Novels & Stories

Slowly, Abigail got up from her seat and walked towards the back corner booth, it was the only one with a window that looked out into the alley, she wanted to see what was going on. Abigail could not hear anything that was said, but she could tell the conversation was anything but calm. Suddenly she saw it, Mr.Goldbergs eyes flashed yellow, and Daniel’s flashed the color of midnight. She could believe what she had just seen. Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form.

Faelon was a large demon with red eyes and long claw-tipped fingers and toes with just a light coat of gray fur due to his Lycanthropy. "A werewolf with wings and blue hellfire would be a total mind fuck for those bastards," Atlas chuckled in glee. "I will if it is necessary to save Sophia. It just makes me more vulnerable," Faelon stated begrudgingly. Both brothers eyed him oddly. "How does it make you vulnerable?" Hoka asked and Faelon shook his head.

"It can. It very much can." I looked back at the gemstone. Surprisingly, those grey patterns had disappeared. It was all black now. Jet black. "It's from the Underworld."

Despite the light emanating from the Pentacle, the air was icy cold. Then the ground seemed to crack wider open like a glass and pouring through the shards came a horde of dark shapes, humanoid but twisted, gnarled and faceless, howling out a soundless scream that punctured the ears of the witch. It did not seem to affect Aosoth though. She cackled and her beetle-like eyes grew bright with a manic light as she raised her hands higher and the demons poured forth. Icy wind burned the witch as more humanoid demons came through the band of light within the Pentacle. The air stank of sulphur and ashes.

“Just one mistake and everything will go down, just one.” Roman stood his ground as the lead bulldozer’s blade stopped inches from his shins. The scent of diesel was choking him. In his mind, the Bond was screaming. It wasn't a message; it was a siren. Danger, pain, and cold. Elara! The buzzing sound of the drone made him look up; it was hovering overhead. His eyes glowed a fierce, golden yellow that the camera struggled to capture clearly . He knew she was watching. He could feel her gaze.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

"Proceed to the next action! Collect the souls!" ❇❇❇ Rain started to pour heavily as orcs and giants came down from the ship. They hustled their way out of the tall building and slaughtered every normal they could find. They collected their souls, placing them in a cell-like bag as the normals just start to disappear, turning into white orbs of energy. The normals couldn't see them, leaving them defenseless and without any idea what was upon them. Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city.

Kyra chanted. From the emptiness, something came out like water between the beds, and Kyra entered there. Moments later, the door opened and Tyler entered the cabin. As the portal slowly closed, he saw the other side of it. A gecko-shaped demon was in front of Damon as his bows and arrows directed at it. ‘What kind of demon is that?’ Tyler thought. He took his bag and put all his belongings in it. Tyler closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened his eyes, his eye color changed, it is now light gray. From behind Tyler, his bright white wings unfolded. Tyler jumped, flapping his wings.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"