Novel & Cerita Nightmare Demon

she rasped, her head lolling. In the neon haze, Dante shifted. The wolf faded, replaced by a towering shadow with eyes like burning coals. A demon. He looked like the monster she’d imagined when she first heard his name. But then the smoke cleared, and for a heartbeat, he was just a boy. A boy with a pen in his hand, crying as he signed a death warrant to save a woman in a glass box. "I'm the guy trying to keep you from flatlining," Dante growled. He scooped her up, his weight a crushing, 3D reality as he slammed her onto the bed in the corner. "Keep breathing. Just fucking breathe."

Night came and my knees are still trembling. That Damon shit is real. He is really threatening me and he does what he says. His mind is unpredictable. He thinks out of the box. His actions were made to scare anyone who disagrees with him. He is a clear manifestation of a demon living on earth. How come does he sleep at night peacefully? How come does he felt contentment as he saw someone suffering? "Dinner is served, everyone. Come down now before the food gets cold," Mom said. I slowly rose from the bed thinking what could he possibly do next to me.

As the evil dragon said, Night Demon was just a guy who dared not even have a friend and almost was unknown. Was there any comparison? If he could get out of the nightmare of the soul of the evil dragon, why couldn't he deal with a small Night Demon? "As I said before, compared to Night Devil, my nightmare is very far apart. In other words, the Nightmare was formed by my Divine Sense to suppress your Divine Sense in the dream, but Night Devil... directly crushed you, and even..." "What?" "It can even operate your body, and my nightmare can only deal with the other party one by one. And it can deal with ten, a hundred, or even a thousand of them!" The demonic dragon soul said seriously.

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.

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

I'm so sure that it was him because I recognized his voice! "B-Why are you doing this, Damian?" welding weak my question. I almost gasped when I heard myself mention his name. I feel so disgusted just by mentioning his name. And did they really get along with Baldo? You bastards! Demons! I want to scream at them. I want to hurt them until I get bored. I didn't know that their evilness will reach this point. Now I realize I should have cried right away when they were still out! Because now I can't scream anymore. Damian blackmailed me. And nothing else can help us.

I really wanted to ask but I didn’t want to draw attention. For I was on edge about that nightmare demon in the room. I had learned about them when I was younger but was cautioned to never interact with them. Given their nature, they can’t help but want to drain a person of their fears after making them live them. And I, being a natural born vampire I don’t have many fears, but I am many people’s worst fear. So nightmare demon’s love using us to cause terror. Many vampiric children have gone missing after running into nightmare demons, which is why Cry and I were told never to be in the same room

"But the threat is not over." "What do you mean?" Elara asked. "The Shadow Wolves are just the beginning," the Moon Goddess said. "The Nightmare is trying to return." Elara's heart raced. "How?" "The Nightmare is feeding on the fear and pain of the supernatural beings," the Moon Goddess said. "It is growing stronger, and it will soon be able to break free from its prison." Elara woke up, her heart racing. She looked at Damon, who was sleeping peacefully beside her. She knew that the Moon Goddess was right—the Nightmare was trying to return.

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.