Night Demon Band Novels & Stories

"Don't worry. I haven't taken all the shots I paid for." "Okay." She put it back and gulped the drink waiting on the counter for her. They found a spot at the front and even though she couldn't see him around, she felt his eyes on her, boring holes in her skin and setting fire in them. This band was different. They pulled a lot of attention before they even started and when they started, the voice of the lead singer and guitarist melted everyone including her. "They are good," Ara commented. Destiny concentrated on them. The clothes and appearance of them gave gothic vibes. The one playing the drum is a tomboy and the lead must be this kind of boys in high school and college. The bad one wit

I listen for her squeeky bed and then when I hear it I immediately bolt for the front gate. I stumble around a few steps and then my hands rest on the cold gate in front of me. I pull and it instantly opens. There is something coating the bars that smells remarkeably like blood, but I don’t think about that for the moment and slam the gate behind me. I find the bar and jam it shut locking anyone else inside with the demon spawn. Then only then, do I open my eyes and find a cigarette inside my purse.

he notes. I stare at his back as he turns away. "Why not?" "Because who in their right mind wants Demon's eradicated? Only fools who know nothing about them," he mumbles. He shrugs his jacket off, discarding it on a nearby seat. It reveals his toned arms and single, deep red tattoo on his right bicep. I blink. "You just-" "A band of Angel-bloods stand no chance against a single Demon. Most are ancient, or have been trained since birth, as Demon's tend to stick to their own clans. An untrained one's power alone rivals the most powerful Angel-blood," he explains.

Jodina immediately gave the order for all of the demons to attack Satan at once. Alexander was pushed to the ground by the demons as a lot of thick ropes were caught around his hands and legs, preventing him from using power. Jordina smirked as she took out the devil's knife that Bael had previously used on Angels during the conflict. Although it wouldn't produce good results, Satan was undoubtedly hurt by it. In contrast, Bella woke up when she heard her father's voice who wanted her to open her eyes and saved herself.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

not now. It's been six months since my mother passed away, six months where my life turned into everything I never imagined, where my father betrayed my older sister and me, where everything turned out to be shitty and I...every day I don't know myself anymore. My phone rang, this time it was an incoming call from an unknown number, my brow furrowed, was it my father or Derek trying to reach me? Or was it my imperative boss, snorting, and with a firm and determined tone I answered:

Didi finally arrives in front of the bar, leaning forward, handing tickets and bills to the bartender. I wobble. All the guys have an unobstructed view of her perfect ass, and I'm two seconds away from pulling out my gun and shooting anyone who dares lay eyes on her. Who's the asshole who validated this shitty uniform? Ah. Cazzo. I'm the one. Nota bene: change the uniforms of the nightclub servers tomorrow. With only five meters to go, the lighting and music in the nightclub suddenly change. A waitress rushes up to Didi and pulls her toward the dance floor.

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

Right as they close the door, an ear-piercing screech sounds above us. “Banshee?” Evander’s brown eyes widen, and he grips my arm. Lucas speeds up onto the porch, fangs bared. “Get her out of here!” I shout to Easton. “Go!” He gets in the Jeep along with two other hunters, leaving Ricky and Tom, the young one, here to fight the demons. They’re well-trained and have high-powered weapons, but they don’t stand a chance against the demons tonight. They’re best bet at survival is staying inside the house, and I know they’ll never agree to it. Maybe Lucas can hold them spellbound again and make them think it’s their idea to say inside and away from the danger.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"