Grey Demon Novels & Stories

3RD PERSON The five men inside the Dark Knight HQ took places to sit before JD start explaining. JD decided to lean on Se7en’s table while Aikon sat on the couch beside Tristan and Edward. Yosef chose to stand behind them, ready to restrain Tristan if needed. “The night before the encounter, I received an anonymous call. The man said that if I want to catch Olympus Gang, I have to go on a warehouse in downtown L.A. He said a transaction will happen there.” JD started. “I told the man that if it is just a fake tip, I’m gonna hunt and punish him. But he said it is legit and he, himself will be there on that day.” JD looked at Tristan and continued, “I asked his name and what he looks like so t

I muttered in agreement. He shook his head in disapproval. "No, detective. That was not what we meant. We mean to say, a real monster. The kind of monster who kills people and eats their organs and innards, drink their blood, or something like that," he suggested. I narrowed my eyes and glared at him incredulously. "So the killer would be a gremlin? Or perhaps, a goblin? How about a witch? A vampire or a wolfman? Was that what you and your team are trying to say?" I growled.

“Now tell me, what’s this fuss about a demon?” “He had green eyes,” Darcia was the one to reply this time. “I saw him vaguely and avoided eye-contact. But green-eyes signifies a lower level demon, right?” “That is correct, as far as we know.” Dad agreed and gave both of us a pointed look. “What else do we even know about this demon? Why was it trying to kidnap Freya? As far as I remember, we have stayed out of their business for ages now.”

♠️ ETHAN♠️ The warehouse district was a ghost town at night, rusted metal and broken windows, the perfect place for secrets. We moved in silence: Caspian’s team in black tactical gear, Dre and I flanking them. Thermal drones had pinpointed heat signatures inside the old cannery building. We breached hard, flashbangs popping, doors kicked in. Shouts echoed as Caspian’s men flooded the space. Brandon had Georgia pinned against a wall, knife to her throat, eyes manic. Jamila and Francesca stood nearby, guns drawn, duffels at their feet, ready to bolt.

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t about to happen, and with an explosive sound, the shockwave shot through his body, leaving only fine dust behind…! It was then when Gerald finally reopened his eyes back at the house. Upon closing his golden eye, everything else returned to normal. While that was the case, Quigley—who was now suffering from a terrible headache and extremely pained eyes—found himself sweating profusely as he thought, ‘This… This person’s a demon without a doubt…! His frighteningly pressuring aura alone is enough to make people find it hard to breathe…!’ With that in mind, he quickly cried out, “P-please… Please spare my life…!”

"You'll see when it's time, I'm going to the g/c's office now and when I do, you'll be outside recording the entire conversation I am about to have. Okay?" "Okay, Senior" "Don't call me that". He pointed and walked away. I followed. Daniel Jegede was tall, muscular and dark skinned, he had a maturely handsome face and looked more like a twenty year old than a seventeen year old. He had the long confident stride of a basketball and the arms of a wrestler. I started to wonder if he had used those hands to strangle Lola to death or if he was going to strangle me to death. I made it my business to walk at a safe distance from him in case I needed to start running for my dear life.

But Zayn stopped hearing her and threw all his weight on the tree and his hands fell around her cheeks as he stared back at her pallid I was astonished by his blank look back, so she turned and immediately her pupils dilated and her heartbeat slowed in fear, he was huge and very long, dark black in color and very bloody eyes When she saw that legend that Zayn talked about, what was his name? Devil's wolf Standing on his feet, staring at them quietly He was a wolf, but he could stand like a human!

~ COLTON ~ The police siren rang loudly in the background as Colton speeded away. Sitting in the passenger seat, Sierra was groaning and writhing in pain, and blood kept dripping from the side of her stomach. Damon glanced at her every chance he could, and every time he saw the blood pooling on the seat and dripping to the floor, he felt sick to his stomach. “Col…” Sierra tried to speak, but she was too weak. “Yes, princess, I’m right here,” he shakily put a hand on her, while still trying to focus on the road.

“Aidan Grey’s a master of the silent kill. He is a bandit from the nearby village. Often called the Demon of the Mist. This guy’s on a whole other level. You three stay back and protect Anouk. I’ll handle him.” “I’m not interested in these three young Knights. Especially when someone from the Knights Association's Hunter Division is in front of me. And once you're dead, I can deal with those three brats and kill the old man," the demon said sadistically. Aidan moved first as he landed on top of the water. If Sophia wasn’t afraid for her life, she would have been thinking it would be really cool to be able to stand on water.