Isle Of Demons Novels & Stories

Just like that—straight as if drawn with a ruler. And now... She placed the candles in the corners, lit them, focused, and said the words. A summoning didn’t require much. A demon would be glad to get a chance to go through. Innis never realized the moment that everything went wrong. The spell started to draw too much power, the flames of the candles burst out, growing elbow-long, and pain flashed in her chest. Hold on, girl! You will make it!

I said. He cursed loudly as my hair which was getting scattered by the wind, stung his eyes. "Really? It seems you were ready to become food for the demons." My heart dropped and my brows raised. "Are you being serious about the night traveling?" I asked, determined to gather as much information about the Isle as possible "Demons come alive when there is darkness. Staying at the Isle when it is dark will lead to death…" he paused. I sighed in relief, feeling thankful that he caught me and Jasmine last night.

He stops and then turns around to face me, his voice dark with hatred, “The man who killed her child. The creature who snatched our infant child from your arms and murdered him in cold blood. He’s coming!” My blood turns to ice, “Who? Who is he?” “The Demon king,” Balin’s words are harsh. “I don’t know how those demons broke out from the barrier, but he’ll be coming for you because only a portion of the barrier has been destroyed. He is dangerous, Isabel, so stop asking questions and come with me!” My mouth is dry as he drags me towards the thick forest and I feel a shadow cast on the ground, blocking out the sun. Our heads turn automatically, and it feels like the sky has turned dark and th

ISLA I woke up choking on nothing, my body trembling in a cold so profound it felt like my bones had turned to ice. Around me, there was no light, no sound—just an endless abyss stretching in every direction. It felt as though the void itself was alive, pressing in on me with an unbearable weight. “Am I dead?” My voice was barely a whisper, trembling with fear. “You are,” a voice replied, smooth and chilling, echoing all around me. “But not entirely.”

Such a powerful seal could not be broken easily. Then, under the cover of darkness, he slowly flew down and began to search around the Bermuda Triangle. The Alien Demons were guarding this space loophole and were also trying to absorb the aura that leaked from the seal. So they should not be living far away. About ten minutes later, he saw a small island glowing in the fog. This must be the Alien Demon Island Princess Garo had mentioned. He tried to come closer to the island but found that this place was guarded. There were searchlights, and some drones used for reconnaissance were in mid-air.

“Who would think to find us here?” The beach narrowed, giving way to rocky ground that formed a steep slope. Throughout the journey, Boris explained that demons had hunted them across the mainland, and they couldn’t find any peace until they boarded a boat. “What’s so special about the Isle of Wight, then?” I asked. “I don’t know,” Boris said from the driver’s seat. “But demons can’t cross the wards.” “The island is wolf territory,” Griff said. “But it was also a holiday resort. Demons don’t appreciate saltwater, and neither do faeries. The wards around the island repel preternatural vampires, and the witches and mages who come here know not to flash their magic.”

Deep down it was a weird silence beyond the border and her own adrenaline could tell something was not right. A pair of black smoke appeared infront of Iris' eyes. They were men with dark red skin and two, long horns growing out of their forehead and wore long robes commonly used in cults. She can smell the sulfur out of them, these men are demons. Her hatred for them is still there in her heart and all she wanted was to kill them. Pointing the gun to their way ready to shoot if one of them makes a move on her. "Greetings, human. My name is Passadio and this is Futurio we have come to see the little human our master will meet soon." The twin demons have short hair and she can tell the differ

"He's yours but not me" She roll her eyes and pulled the trigger,She scoff and stood up approaching the master bedroom,in there was no one but an open window leading to the roof of the building where an helicopter is standing upright for him to get in. Isabelle climb the window her hands firmly on the window frame,she push herself up to settle on the roof and her eyes lit up when she heard a cock and then a bang, Isabelle roll out of the way and stood up properly to scrutinize the demon and then the helicopter.

Mayhem. Grey. Smoke is rising in long ribbons to the angry sky and the remnants of burnt woods is everywhere. The stalls are nothing but piles of ash on the grounds. The fire had been fierce, I can tell but Isla's storm had put it off. Her face came to my mind once I comprehend what's going on; people are running and screaming from demons on horseback. The demons wear gold masks which only have holes for their eyes. I see some demons load cages holding people captive like animals onto carts. What's happening? What have we done to deserve this? Where are our soldiers? I'm sure this is a surprise attack but why? Is this my end? I begin to hyperventilate but I summon all my strength not to pass

The legal argument continues—terms, signatures, deadlines—but they're standing on the wrong battlefield. The deed isn't the objective. The document isn't the trap. The island itself is the vault. And the demolition crew isn't here to destroy it. They're here to extract it. I move into Isla’s personal space, lowering my voice so only she can hear over the wind. "Isla. The drilling rigs." She glances at me, sharp. "What about them?" "They're not demolition. They're extraction." "Extracting what?" I hand her the scope, pointing toward the north face. "Heat signature. Server cooling. Hale built something inside the cliff."