Open And Close Demons And The Dead Novels & Stories

“The Revenant is speaking through it. Using it like a messenger.” “How do you know?” “Because demons don’t negotiate. They destroy. This is theater.” The demon pointed again. “Three days. The offer expires. Then. Only death.” It turned and walked toward the northern wall. Walked through it, burning a hole in the timber, leaving a trail of molten footprints. Then it disappeared into the forest. Silence. “It’s gone,” someone said. “It’ll be back,” Alina replied. “In three days. With more demons. The Revenant was making a point.”

" Neither of us says anything else. This is the battle we've been preparing for. Please let us find a way for all of us to survive. ______________ Midnight All of the pups, elders, and others who aren't fighting are hidden in the basement of the pack house. The rest of us are waiting outside, ready to face the demons. Mav and I are standing in front of the others, holding hands. Lightning fills the sky, and the temperature drops a few degrees. The three demons appear about fifty yards from us. They are dressed in black, with their faces partially covered by their long black cloaks. One of them laughs, causing a chill to run down my spine. When he speaks, the temperature drops even more. "Pre

the fortune teller spoke up, “But it is impossible. Demons are not real in this world.” Belle’s hand clenched her dress as she stopped looking at the man, “What if they’re real?” “Then it would be possible. Under some exception, it’s been said that demons could bring back a dead human back to life. The process called resurrection.” Belle pushed herself from the chair, “Thank you for telling me that, I will…” “Wait,” he stopped her, “You haven’t let me see your future. You promised me, didn’t you?”

Then what about him being a witch? "These things that you killed…" Nicklaus began. "Yes, these hideous things were demons. Different kinds of demons. who have rebelled." He explained. Different kind? rebelled? "And by the way, burning doesn't work on demons, we are creatures of fire, and when you kill them you need to stab their back. That's the only way they die." "Why are you telling me? I could kill you." The man swung his daggers and put them back in their pockets on each side of his hips. "You could try." He smirked and began to walk away. The man had confidence. Nicklaus still had some unanswered question so he followed him.

“Don’t do that, dear. Grandpa Mortaz already did a great job gathering these scumbags and imprisoning them in their hibernation chambers for a long time. They cannot hurt other people anymore." Clarice nostrils were flaring. "If you get carried by your emotions and remove them from their glass coffins, you won’t like the aftermath of your actions. I suggest you stay calm and uncaring every time you check on these demons. Avoid staring at their faces for long so that you won't be tempted to do the unthinkable,” she warned. Clarice was startled. “Technically, they are still alive, right? Can they hear us?” she asked fearfully. “Yup. They are alive but very weak. But once you let them out of th

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

Something inside of him whispered to him everyday that he was a demon. “I believe I am demon.” “Demons don’t believe they are demons, they know they are demons. It’s inside of you and it reminds you everyday of what you are.” This man just described what Lucian felt everyday. It meant only one thing, Lucian was indeed a demon. Then what about him being a witch? “These things that you killed…” Lucian began. “Yes, these hideous things were also demon. Different kind of demons.” He explained. Different kind? “And by the way, burning doesn’t work on demons, we are creatures of fire, and when you kill them you need to stab their spine. That’s the only way they die.”

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.

His chest rose and fell erratically and there was hardly any air. The screams grew faint and distant. The world blurred before his eyes. The face in front of him dried up in a flash. The skin became hard and cracked, and cracked open with a clearly audible rash. Bugs crawled their way through the rotting fabric. White shimmering bones were revealed, and great scraps of leather skin sailed down. Death, he understood. Azrael welcomed him with a smile, he was no longer afraid. And took his last breath. His eyes closed and his heart beat. Boom Boom

He imagined the general holding him from behind, toned chest against his back, his slightly smaller hand groped his chest and his cock rubbing against the crack of his ass. Jin Huan whimpered again, louder this time. More precum was leaking from his slit and his blush has reached his chest. His breathing became more erratic as he panted in huffs. He stopped playing with his nipples and moved them downward, stroking his cock with his legs spreading wider. The moment he touched his own cock his eyes jolted open in pleasure as a wave of shudder shocked through his body. As soon as his eyes were open they landed on the open window and slight wave of embarrassment at the thought that the sun rays