Michael Jackson Demon Novels & Stories

, Mike the demon is gone stop looking for her, she wasn't good enough for you, you don't need her" "I know you think so, but I love her, and I will never stop loving her, you're my best friend Julie, please try to understand" Mike was holding Julie by her shoulders,when she smiled and nodded Mike let go of her "Wait, you called Maya a demon, why?" I asked intruiged "Because she is a demon?" Julie said in duh tone "Mike? did you know that Julie knows?", I asked to which Mike shook his head no, I looked at the list again "Mike why is Julie not on the list?" I asked checking it twice

Danny had been in Riverbend Correctional for nine years, and in that time he had learned that the only thing these men respected was the willingness to hurt and be hurt. Demon was six and a half feet of muscle and scar tissue. His real name was Nick Michael, but nobody called him that. He had killed three men in here, all in fights just like this one, and the guards looked the other way because Demon kept order. As long as he got his fights, he did not start riots. It was a trade that worked for everyone except whoever ended up in the ring with him. "You ready to bleed?" Demon asked. His voice was surprisingly soft, almost gentle.

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.

demon:- listen cali what I am going to say is listen carefullthithingsg are going to get nasty to her and on, so don't talk to me because they are going to listen to us, because those masks have the technology, so don't do anything stupid, don't talk about me and don't talk about my past, if you ever feel scared just hold my hand, and don't touch any part of me, I hope you understand me, don't say anything don'don't anything. Cali:- are you crazy how in the world I am going to do that, I am afraid, I want to go home. demon:- don't be scared I am with you and I will be standing next to you, no matter what happens just trust me, I promise I will take you home soon. ****************************

“I have my own loyalty, my own obligations. I can’t just walk away.” Jackson, sensing that the situation was spiraling out of control, stepped forward, his hand now firmly gripping his gun. “We don’t have time for this,” he snapped. “Move, or I will make you move.” Demon’s eyes flashed with anger, but he didn’t back down. Instead, he reached into his jacket, pulling out a small device—an earpiece, which he quickly slipped into his ear. “They’re here,” he said into the earpiece, his voice cold and detached.

He knew that he had met his end. “Take him away!” Peter instructed. The special forces went to the basement with Greg. I followed. The moment the lift doors were opened, we smelt a strong chemical scent. It was not a warehouse. Instead, it was a luxurious and well-equipped lab. There were a lot of devices and blinking lights. On the rack next to the wall, there were a lot of test tubes. On one of the rows, there was a blue tag. It said: Angel’s Kiss. At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

They turned to Mia. "The debt must be paid in full," the lead Executioner said, his voice a flat, mechanical drone. "To release the Duke, the Vessel must sacrifice the blood of the innocent. The sister for the soul." The Executioner raised his blade over Mia. "Choose, Elara Vance," the voice echoed. "The demon you love, or the sister you saved?"

Oscar’s scream echoed with the sizzling fire. “I’m a demon.”