My Inner Demons Characters Novels & Stories

I lightly knock on the door, opening it as I enter. "Romeo.. It's good to see you," he said with a smile. I nodded my head at his greeting, making my way in front of his table where he was sitting. Dr. Lorenzo is my psychologist, but he was also a family member. He is my father’s best friend. My father would be the same age if he was alive. When my past affected me in a worse way, it invoked a demon inside of me who came to the forefront just to shield this body so no one could harm it. Yes, that’s how I address that personality: a demon.

It wailed and disappeared in a cloud of smoky poison. Jason grabbed Maddie's arm and ran towards Ayesha, whose demon had also disappeared. Her clothes were peppered with holes where the demon's poison has splashed on her as she struggled to stand up. Ethan also finished off his own demon with a last flick of the sword and ran towards them. The other Tracker demons had entered the diner and were running towards them. Holding hands with the others, Maddie caught a last glimpse of the ruined diner and the demons slashing at them with their tentacles before she was drawn like a fish on a line into a well of darkness.

In fact, the reason Demetra came to the rooftop at night was because he was struggling with inner demons tormenting him, making it impossible for him to sleep. At that moment, the voice of the inner demon echoed in Demetra's mind. If it were not for Wilbur, Demetra and Miyah would not have been separated. Wilbur caused him and Miyah to lose contact. He deserved to die. Facing the inner demons, Demetra resolved himself to endure it. In the end, he managed to overcome them, and after returning to normal, he left the rooftop and returned to his room. The next morning, Tina brought breakfast over. As they ate together, Tina asked, "Wilbur, do you feel like Demetra's acting strange lately?"

The only thing was that Jasmine blonde hair and her unusual silver orbs made her striking to look at, while for Aliyah, her dark blue orbs and black curly hair made looking at her calm one's nerves except she opened her mouth to speak. "You! You're still a puppet I see! There is no empire, no title, no palace and you're still serving and working under the shadows of this psych?! Really!" Aliyah spat bitterly but this only made Jasmine's eyes softened more. Everyone one could see a raging Aliyah but Jasmine was seeing a mentally traumatized person in front of her trying to make herself feel better by picking up on unnecessary topics. " Is anyone alive? Jasmine asked, reaching her healthy han

“What? No, you didn’t. If anyone fucked up, it’s me this morning.” He shook his head and placed his hands on either side of her. “Sweetheart, I have my demons.” She nodded; eyes wide. “I guess we all do.” “Yes, but not all of us let those demons dictate their every fucking action.” She sucked in a breath at his savage-sounding words. Then she straightened her shoulders. “We’re all nuts here, remember?” She threw his words back at him. “Some of us more than others.” “Well, I hear my dead nan’s voice in my head, berating me constantly. So I guess you’re right, some more than others.”

Her wolf struggles, her teeth elongate, glinting dangerously, while her claws extend, ready to fight. I come out of her nightmare and stumble towards the small, dimly lit bathroom tucked away in the corner of her room. With a violent heave, bile rises from the depths of my churning stomach, escaping my lips in a convulsive expulsion. The vivid, haunting images from her dream relentlessly replay in my mind, their grotesque details etched into the deepest recesses of my consciousness. I don’t consider myself a good person. I’m part demon after all, but even I am shocked by unimaginable depths of evil that now haunt me.

Of course after Delldora tore open his stomach to take this liver head on. Delldora's attention, which had been diverted to Hana, has now returned to focus on the liver in his grasp. The savage instinct that he had been holding back now was deliberately letting go. Before Delldora even moved here to save Hana, he had already left and threw all of his logic and human soul behind his back. He deliberately allowed his another self which is a several hundred year old demon to take over his body and brain. And a fresh liver with blood that was still dripping even into his hands was a very, very heavy temptation. Delldora brought Stevanus's liver to his nose, sniffing it that made hunger hit him h

Even though it has been descendants of the twentieth, but the nature and Ariesta's attitude has appeared that she is from the king's descendants. But she is now in shock. Her natur become grumpy... Only to Sebastian Ballmers! But she had a hard time hiding her nature. originally for the purpose of living peacefully. But if she saw the man, she wanted to hurt someone. Her hands wanted to scratch. And she wanted to see the blood dripping on the man's skin. Imagining the man's face, she had unknowingly scratched her fingernails on the wall. For God's sake... Since when did she become a masochist?!

her words makes me world's weakest person the touch of hers which I craved for years made me to hate human touch I became a beast within human I hates everyone I hate being loved I hate being touched infact I hate myself what wrong I did to suffer all these not a single day I slept well without any nightmares Childhood is best boon in everyone's life but it is a curse to me being a no one though infront of me everyone present Spending days by thinking did anyone ever felt having me in their life is best thing the truth is except my dad for everyone I'm a burden but what was my wrong Tears stopped coming, anger strucked in heart, smile dissapeared finally I became a emotionless person I belie

He needs to mind his moves and manners, such a disappointment if I were his parents. Hope he is the next to die. I suddenly covered my mouth as that thought echoed on my brain. I asked myself, why are you hoping for him to die, just why? It was my inner demons attacking me. The part of me who is a sociopathic narcissist. He deserves it, ain’t he? Death. Haven’t you remembered? Things that happened to you earlier? I choked myself and kneeled on the ground. I removed my hands from my neck and put them on the ground. It felt like cold cobblestones with lava underneath the stones. A raindrop fell on my head, and I felt a cold touch.