Isle Of Demons Novels & Stories

I said deliberately, "It isn't your fault. Allison's death isn't your fault, your father's death isn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong, sometimes we just have to accept things no matter how ugly they are." The agony I saw in his eyes made my heart break but I didn't stop speaking, "That's just how life is; one minute you have everything you could possibly want and the next you're being dragged down into this never ending pit of darkness. But you see, the dark isn't all that bad, once you accept it, once you stop panicking, you realize that the darkness is actually a part of you and you can't really fear something that is a part of you. You know, I've always s

The doll was standing up covered in lighter fluid and was trying to get down off of the grill. Isabella grabbed the lighter from Ms. Upshaw’s hand and lit the grill in one quick flash. The doll screamed in agony and fell back into the flames. As the flames rose up into the air, a defined face of some kind emerged from the flames and tried to speak but it was gone. Black smoke rose up as the fire consumed all of the material including the Ouija board. Isabella looked at her. “Yes, I’m Isabella Dean, and I just saved your ass from a very powerful demon that Lucy allowed to take over her room. You don’t have to thank me, but you do have to pay me.” She held out her hand.

Immediately Paysu left the island and managed to escape. Paysu managed to arrive at Jin's location. The man told them what happened, Bianca was shocked to learn that her father had died. He cried on Jin's chest. Jin hugged him tightly as Jin swore that he would kill all the Demons. - At Sableu Island. The day has come for the onslaught of the entire Bison island force led by the Demons. It consists of warriors from the Bison Tribes and Bison cult. They are under an oration and hypnotism whose perpetrator is Abbadon, one of the seven demon Emperor royal guards.

They have more unique creatures here—mostly rare hybrids. “Where are we exactly?” I ask. “We are somewhere in the Mediterranean.” The demon tells me. Ok, at least I have a location I can tell them. It at least narrows the search area. I don’t think the last island was in the same area. I bet the high-level island or islands are also in a different sea. I am gaining their trust day by day. “How many islands are there?” I ask. “There are a total of six islands. The last two are high level and have security up the ass. Very few make it to those islands. Only the most trusted and closest to the boss.” He answers.

She looked peaceful and beautiful in the moonlight, completely unaware of the danger approaching her. The demon was moving toward her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. I could see that Isabella was starting to feel dizzy or weak. Her body was swaying slightly, and she put her hand against a tree to steady herself. I realized that the demon must have already started affecting her somehow. Maybe he was using some kind of power to make her unconscious so she wouldn’t fight back when he attacked her. Just as the demon was about to reach Isabella and sink his teeth into her neck, I burst into action. I couldn’t let him hurt her, no matter what had happened between us tonight.

Her voice came out low, "...you know about his death?" "That shouldn't be your next question, Isabella." He made sure to watch her expressions. Her face was blank at first. How did he know her name?! "Wh- Who are you?!" She moved back, letting her back hit the door. She was getting wary of him. He smiled again, happy she finally asked. "Pardon me, my lady. I am a demon by the name, Daimen." He smiled even brighter as if proud he could finally introduce himself.

It is quite early in the morning. "A dream" he murmured. He sat down to think of what he saw. The Demigod Isles. It was known to be impossible to get there without a certain level of transportation. The level of protection to that island is immensely powerful and never falters even after so many centuries and what's worse is that it comes in many layers as well as being mysterious. People die trying to get to that island. In addition to being a difficult land dubious levels of protection, it is difficult to pinpoint its location. Menghuan haishi dao may be a moving island but it travels in a current so anyone can tell where it is but the Demigod Isles are a different story. No one knows wher

The sun had just begun its slow descent over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the vast expanse of the North Atlantic Ocean. Isla stood on the deck of a private jet, her heart pounding with anticipation, gasping at the deep waters of the Atlantic Ocean. They were really at the top of the world - She gazed out at the endless blue, feeling a sense of excitement and trepidation as the plane descended towards their destination—Nysoria, the mystical island near Sweden. Isla was about to embark on a journey that would change her life forever, a journey that involved unlocking her true potential and embracing her destiny as a werewolf.

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.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.