Night Demon Band Novels & Stories

Kat came to stand beside him, her hand upon his shoulder. As all the demons raised their heads Scribe suddenly bellowed out. “All hail Demon Lord Ruben, our master of the Ninth Circle” The demons all boomed out in their loudest voices. “Hail Demon Lord Ruben!” Three times before falling silent and expectant. Ruben glanced up at Kat. “What now? I really hope they aren’t expecting a speech.” “No…” She giggled behind her hand. “You can tell them to ah…fuck off, now.” Scribe said with a little amusement.

We will meet again. Mom: Wait. Hold still. She came closer and put her warm hands on my cheek and gave me a kiss on my forehead and said, ''Come back soon. Okay.'' I nodded and slowly walked back to the others. I wave her goodbye and we vanish into the darkness. - Dylan: Lord Anex. This is an odd question but what is Ban really? He called a human his mom. Is he not a demon? Aldi: That's true. Being stationed here we have so little information we know nothing. What is going on in the demon world right now?

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

Security was heavier than usual, it was Rock n' Roll night, not the usual Chippendale show. The best bands in the city were going to perform rock music all night, the crowds were different. They were rock music enthusiasts, body surfers, misfits, people with piercings on their faces, tattoos, maw-hawk haircuts, in 1998, they were punks. Charlie persuaded Brad to take her there for the special Friday night show after their Night Film rendezvous, she didn't want to go back to her apartment and sulk over Tommy incident the night before. She had been avoiding his calls and didn't reply to his texts.

Knights growled when he abused their mother. "You have invited painful death for you by saying this shit!" Rose saw Damian angrily calling someone but grabbed his hand and stopped him. "He is trying to trigger us, don't fall for it..." She requested. "I don't give a fuck because now Egon is on the way to destroy you... I'll just sit and watch your doom... All the best to you." Rancho disconnected the call. "I am sorry!" Arabella looked at Rose. Rose shook her head. "It's not your fault..."

Damon -POV A sudden howling broke through the middle of the night, and I quickly rolled out of bed. I sniffed the air; it smelled rotten, like dead people brought back to life. I shuddered at the thought. The Night Angel pack signified death brought back to life in lycan scriptures. My phone rang just before I ran toward the border of my pack. It was Kayden calling. “What?” I snapped. “We're under attack.”

Whatever he was planning would be amplified here. "Two entrances," Marcus said, studying the blueprints. "North and south. Ritual team goes north, assassination team goes south. We move in exactly thirty minutes, at the height of the moon. That's when the demon will be most vulnerable." Ivy looked at her team, Marcus, Cassandra, Justin, and four of her strongest warriors. They would perform the ritual while Dominic's team handled Lucian. "Remember," Cassandra said. "The demon feeds on fear. When it appears, you cannot show weakness. It will try to get inside your head, show you your worst nightmares, make you doubt. You have to hold the circle no matter what you see."

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

I cut in not wanting to unnecessarily prolong our visit. Liam observed me for a moment, he plopped down on the bed casually. "What about it?" He shrugged. "Do you know whose party it was?" Liam looked at me curiously before finally responding. "Caleb Johnson. He throws these sick parties every weekend, whenever his parents are away." I nodded, taking in the information. "Did you know about Allison Wyatt?" I asked after a while. "She's the chick who was murdered in her apartment, right?" Liam responded.