Invincible Demon Detective Novels & Stories

But that doesn't make them weak. They are the most powerful men of my tribe: Devin, the grumpy red fire demon. Saluki, the dark blue demon who can read minds. Haze, the water demon with eyes that glow blue. And the last hunter is Ringo, who never looks the same due to his shape-shift abilities. "Devin, Saluki, Haze, and Ringo, what brings you here?" The four of them exchange a look, and then they grimace. No one says anything, and I lift a questioning eyebrow. I glance between them, and Devin, the one who is the bravest, steps forward.

he replied. “And your maker,” I demanded. “Eva Gonzalez, also of Queen Sofia’s Kingdom,” he replied. I motioned for the guard to approach me. “Get this bastard out of my face. He had enough to drink last night, no blood for a week. Then only a small animal every other day,” I commanded, of the demon guard. Once Vincent and his attorney were gone I returned to my seat, and everyone … literally everyone was staring at me. “Fetch River Black at once, tell him he’s on assignment with me until further notice. I will personally investigate this matter, next case,” I said, wanting to move on.

Ruben’s eyes locked on to hers with an intense fire. “No.” She said simply, putting faith in Ruben, and looked away as Ruben beamed a huge smile and faced Vladimir and Mikhail. “Gentlemen, we are here to discuss financial matters and the progress of our business ventures together but I want to let you both know in trust and honesty that Katarina, here, is a Demon. My investigations have found that she has been contracted to one Scott McGowen who runs the South End gang of humans that have been slaughtering other small time gangs in the area over the last few days trying to…as you well know…consolidate himself and increase his own territory stakes.”

it’s like he wants to kill me. Is he still the Jared I meet? He suddenly changes right now, I don’t know him anymore. I was surprised when he quickly approached me and stabbed me in the heart. I felt pain. Not because of the stab, but because of him. I can’t believe that he could do this to me... I could feel the tears dripping from my eyes as we stared at each other. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes. “Just die Eunice, I don’t want to see your face again! A demon like you deserves to die! Oh, happy 18th birthday. I hope you’ll see Satan in hell.” He smiled, it was like he was happy seeing me like this.

he replied "Oh well, I'm Freddie Johnson ". A young lean man replied. He looks like he fed on drugs all his life. He had a drunkard look and personality already. His ribs could be seen through his white transparent plain tee and his almost brown tooth shown vividly as he smiled to the police officer. "And I'm Dicky Reign" A newspaper editor. "I'm inspector Ryan" the police man said. "So, you said you all here to talk about the Werners? "Yes" the drunken looking man started. I only worked for Eric Werner.

His gaze is familiar yet strange… Every step felt heavy with my past, with the dark memories of the past and with the fear of the future. I stood before him. He didn't give a single expression. His cold stoic face remains expressionless. And then the moment began which I feared the most. The priest asked for permission and for one second I looked at Ryder, hoping he wouldn't agree but he nodded yes. No one has a problem… But consent…no one asking for my consent and opinions I don't have any. They all throw me here in front of the demon as a thing…I'm sold off to him.

"I know this is a long shot, but do you know anything about the demons that attacked Nathaniel?" "I don't, but I do know one thing. The demon that attacked him must have been a very powerful one. Possibly a millennium old, but I doubt that. You won't be able to defeat a demon that strong." "What about Nathaniel? Can he defeat the demon?" "Yes, but of course, he can't. He's unconscious." "Not for long." Dalia hopped off the counter. "What do you plan on doing?" *** DALIA "Are you sure of this?" Ishmael asked Ayra for the thousandth time.

And even if it did, what's the harm in that? Was it important to respect opponents nowadays? "It's only a demon." Who or what is there to be scared of?" Dior mumbled. She was unsure of the peculiar means through which the demon had discovered her thread and swiftly destroyed it. She'll undoubtedly need to use her skills to their fullest extent to learn everything when she vanquishes the demon. "I-I really didn't think that it was a demon," Alfred said. "It has been a long time since demons came into this realm. I have no reason to conclude that was a demon based just on its demonic aura. Perhaps it is a person or a beast who has been corrupted by a lingering demonic aura?"

She can't help herself they just bring back bad memories for me. Towards the end of the night the evening had died down only a few people where left In the restaurant. She makes myself a cup of tea and sits at the bar and drinks it waiting till the diners all leave. All of a sudden she felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up turning around seeing the detective staring at her, he pulled out a bar stool and sat down and said to her " I'm sorry if I'm staring at you but you look really familiar, I don't know where I've seen you but I feel as though I now you, or maybe you look like someone I just can't figure it out". I smile at him and nod my head bring my hair down to cover the s

He asked casually. "She wore this?" Damina pointed the jacket at him and he nodded. He had given it to her when she was feeling cold during the dinner date and she pressed it on his arm immediately they had gotten to her room, he had insisted she kept it but she blatantly refused, now Damina has perceived her scent from the Jacket. He didn't like this one bit but the truth was all that matters now. "She's the one. I knew she was something when she came to your rescue at the right time, she's a half witch half demon, we need to stop her now." Damian said sniffing the jacket.