Noche Del Demonio Novels & Stories

“That’s AIDS! You’re harming someone’s life!” “I saw how your son disturbed others during the movie! He even stabbed someone with a needle! That’s really despicable, how could a child be this evil?”

It was then that Torelli’s red eyes betrayed him, they shone in the distance. Again, Jesse took after him in full blast. He timed his approach and fired his haunches. He flew through the air, aiming for the neck. But it was too strong to rip off. The two stared balefully at the other for a few seconds until Jake approached menacingly and stopped as well beside Jesse, snarling. ‘I shall fight, but not today’ the demon said, forming rapidly back to the priest’s form who fell flat. And then appeared on the horizon abound of black clouds drifting towards the alps. Bats!

His smile widened, sending a chill down my spine. "You can't escape me, Friah," he whispered, his voice filled with malice. My heart pounded in my chest as I jolted awake, the remnants of my nightmare still clinging to my mind like a lingering fog. Sweat coated my brow as I struggled to catch my breath, the echo of Drenver's menacing words still ringing in my ears. "Friah, are you alright?" Vince's voice cut through the darkness, filled with concern as he reached out to gently shake my shoulder. "You were tossing and turning in your sleep."

I’ll die if I stay here, but if I return, it’s to something worse than the oblivion death brings. I sit on the bed and stare at nothing as several thoughts run free in mind. One in particular pushes me to my browser. It is Mauro’s words that keep resounding in my head like an alarm. “C'è un demonio dentro di te.” It takes countless tries to get the words right for the translation, but when I do, my breath catches. “There’s a demon in you.”

Clara's sleep paralysis demon makes her drink pee at night. Enjoy.. ***** >>> PLEASANT NIGHTMARES <<< - "Hello, Clara." spoke the horned, shadowy figure. The sleep paralysis demon was back again, and Clara felt the heaviness in her body and the panic in her mind as it moved closer to her. Each time this happened, she could not bring herself to wake up. Each time it happened, the demon would do something horrible to her. With her. Something frightening and incredibly perverted, but something Clara had grown to find some twisted kind of pleasure in.

Hazel peeped into the room behind the demon and saw a beautiful demon with four spiked phallus fucking four centaurs and the entire of Hazel's insides melted. Her eyes went back to the demon and she could see smoke blowing out of his nose —there was no way she could refuse him again without getting toasted to hell. Against her will, her legs moved forward towards the opened door and into the party.

he impatiently asked. He showed zero mercy when he used to torture us. Let him know the taste of his own medicine and suffer. I chuckled at my restless demon and asked him back, “You want to dig in, in which part of him ?” And finally, the deed shall happen on a Red Moon Night . . . . “His soft neck. I want to drain off his throat pipes off blood and air,” Damon replied and after that no power in the world could stop Zompano’s screeching cries.

Damien’s P.O.V. The night was finally here, October 30, Devil’s night. It was also Synestra’s 18th birthday. I desperately wanted to spend the day with her, but it had become somewhat of a tradition for the band to host a concert and party in Detroit on this night. Detroit was the city that made the day what it had become, and fans travelled from all over the world to be there for this one night. It was a night of wickedness and perversion, mischief, and mayhem. It was the night I was born for the night I waited all year for. We called it the Hallowicked Masquerade, everyone came in costumes and masks. We found humans feel much more comfortable engaging in evil doings when others could not s

“I will,” She cut off the call as I sighed. I was turning twenty next month and my mother still called me every single night to say goodnight and make sure I was alright. My gaze flirted to the underground dungeon. I definitely didn’t want to go back in there. Some more screaming and my eardrums will get busted. Making a final decision I turned around and was about to start walking when I rammed into a mass of muscles. Rubbing my forehead and groaning simultaneously, I raised my gaze and almost wished I hadn’t. Dark brown eyes stared back at me mirroring the shock in my own eyes. It was impossible. This had to be a fucking nightmare haunting me while I was awake. “Holly?” he was the first on

But tonight, amidst the laughter and quiet honesty, there was a rare peace. Tomorrow would bring new challenges. But for now, they toasted to progress, friendship, and the hidden truths that kept them moving forward. — That night, as darkness wrapped around the city of Barcelona, Devon lay restless in the quiet of his room. The shadows seemed to close in, heavy with memories he couldn’t shake. Suddenly, the nightmare returned—the same haunting vision of Damian’s cold eyes, the explosion, the loss, and the threats whispered in the dark. He jolted awake, heart pounding, a scream tearing from his throat before he could stop it. The silence that followed was thick and suffocating.