Isle Of Demons Novels & Stories

At the time we were both always hungry and freshly cooked food was always better than conjured food. As I entered the kitchen I noticed the place was quiet. The servants that worked in the kitchen were mostly lower level demons. They were the ones most people think of when they hear the word demon. They were typically small, no more than three or four feet tall and had colorful scaly skin and dark or red eyes. These types of demons were not able to make deals like the upper level demons. They were typically used as minions. In the old days we would use them to scope out potential deals, to find the people most desperate for our help. Now humans always wanted something, they were never satisf

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

Her mother giggled and she smiled. “But it all seems so fast. What does your finance do?” Her father asked and Ashley turned to Hayden and gave him a go-ahead look. “Well, Mr. Smith, I will do a proper introduction. My name is Hayden, I don't have a last name because my family died over three thousand years ago, I am a demon and your daughter is my mate.” “What?” Mr. Smith muttered. “He is not lying dad, he is a demon and I am his mate.” “Is this some kind of a joke?” Her mother laughed and Hayden sighed, he let go of Ashley and he teleported beside her parents, they both flinched and he teleported back to Ashley.

“Situations change, Idamus…either way doesn’t change the issue that I need your help with.” “Hmm…” Idamus nodded, as he thought. “I’m just concerned…everything that seems to be happening right now is because of this demon.” He raised his hand in a plea at Ruben’s icy glare as his eyes started to blaze. “Hear me out…if you please…conflicts have arisen within your clan and that of Lord Semenov, you have taken responsibility for the slaughter of humans and the burning of two locations in the South of the city…there is also conflict arising from a werewolf pack up state that your men raided, fought with, killed and arrested the survivors for drug dealing…meanwhile reports coming in clearly state

Loosening his grip, he rose back to his feet, and resumed his pacing. Another hour passed, and seeing no sign of the little demons, he strode to the door and hollered at the guards stationed in the corridors. "Are they back?" "No, My Lord!" "Useless trashes! What's taking the lowly creatures so long!?" The guards only lowered their heads, and didn't dare to comment. The Isle of Eve wasn't an ordinary land. Surrounded by water on all sides, the small island was home to most of the mythical beasts known in the present world through fantasy novels and movies.

“I congratulate you on escaping the tower, but your freedom is short-lived. My legion has you flanked. Surrender now and no harm will come to the human.” Kohl’s tail flopped against the ground in front of her, sending up dirt and shards of grass. “I know Tryns’ vows are as worthless as weed-seeds. All that comes from it is misery and remorse.” The demon grinned and its three rows of jagged teeth showed. Along the trees and bushes, hundreds of Tryns crawled forward resembling nightmares of monsters and devils. Isabelle swallowed. Her feet frozen. Terror squeezed her body and soul. “Move out of the way, Renjerian scum,” the demon said. “Give us the girl and you can live another day.”

- she said and took a deep breath. - Okay.- Selene stepped across from her and looked at Isabelle's face. Isabelle closed her eyes and frowned slightly for more concentration, then her face vanished from Selene's eyes. Instead, she saw a beautiful meadow, then a huge white house, covered with ivy. Suddenly Selene was inside of it, in a spacious dining room. The family sat at the long table: parents, two grandmothers, one grandfather, three young children and three older ones. Among the the older, Selene recognized Isabelle right away, even though she looked younger. Family members talked to each other and laughed merrily. Suddenly, some people broke into the house, but after a short while Se

Nikolai whipped his head to his friend with brows furrowed and plucked the card from his hand, seeing the address for himself. “Sneaking bastards.” He cursed angrily and fisted the card on his palm into crumpled. Isola delle Femmine is a small island in Palermo in Sicily, twenty-five kilometers from the mainland, and can be traveled only in half an hour. Not too far, but it is enough distance to keep the Seraglios in control over what’s going to happen, putting Nikolai and Akim in a precarious situation. “One more request,” Akim added, pulling out his phone, and scrolling through the screen before he stops at an encrypted message. “They only want you to go in there, alone.”

"If he dies, I will burn everything you have built. I will turn your tower to dust. I will hunt down every client you have ever saved and butcher them. I will kill your family, then after I'm done, I'll specifically burn you alive." He paused, his eyes locking onto mine. "But if you save him...I will give you the world. Money. Power. An army. Whatever The Viper desires." I held his gaze. I wasn't afraid of his threats. I was empty inside. "I don't want the world, Mr. Rinaldi," I whispered. "I just want to be left alone." *** We landed on an island that didn't exist on any map. The Isola della Morte. It looked like a gothic nightmare rising from the Atlantic. Jagged black cliffs, stormy waves

She had felt this sensation before and immediately knew what was with her. “Looking for me?” A woman asked and she was standing behind Isabelle. She swung her wood in fear and the demon caught it in her hand just before it hit her face. Gentel snatched the log away from Hannah’s grip and crushed it in her hands. “If you want to hurt me, you’re going to need more than a log of wood,” Gentel said to her with an evil smile. Isabelle ran away from the demon in fear and over to the kitchen counter. She grabbed a salt shaker and held it out like a sword against her.