Open And Close Demons And The Dead Novels & Stories

It was truly barbaric for even demons. The rest of the demons were in shock. It was impossible for any humans or even creatures to fight against demons or Angels. As both Angels and demons were known as the kind that can never be touched by any living beings. Adrian decided to use their shock as his advantage. There were six demons that came into Adrian's world every time. One of them was killed. The other five were staring at the dead body of the demon Adrian had killed. Adrian lunged at the other demons. He wrapped both of his arms around the necks of two demons. With a single jerk, he ripped their heads off of their bodies. Adrian threw the heads of the two demons on the other demons.

"Is that... why the blood in your body disappeared and you vanished from my unit? I was going to ask for help." Linus nodded and whispered, "Let me take you home." Millicent silently agreed and they left the building together. *** "In the last few weeks, there was news that a new demon has appeared in the city. He goes around killing people for no reason and no one can stop him because of his power and speed. He has a special ability which makes him immortal because of it." The news anchor tells the details more and Millicent just looked at Linus.

Holly's POV Punch. Blood. Another punch. More blood. I fidgeted nervously, trying to subdue the imminent urge to throw up. The sight of blood was playing around with the food I had eaten earlier and yet I kept on looking just like the rest of the students and outsiders, my face scrunched up in disgust. This was definitely nothing close to fun. This was just another harsh way of inducing nightmares.

They were twin pits of swirling, molten red that seemed to swallow the firelight. "WHO DARED TO CAPTURE ME AGAIN?"The voice wasn't Remiel’s. It was a demonic roar that vibrated in the very marrow of their bones, sounding like a thousand screams layered into one. The air grew ice-cold, and the shadows around the square began to rise like living things. The demon had claimed its vessel, and this time, it was hungry. The massacre began with a sound like a gale force wind trapped in a narrow canyon. As the guards charged, their boots barely left the ground before an invisible wall of force slammed into them, tossing their armored bodies aside like autumn leaves.

The wind carried a whisper through the gardens — the sound of ghosts finally silenced. “Because in the end,” Castelle’s voice narrated softly, “even demons can build a home… and even tainted desires can be reborn as love.” — THE END

Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and their movements were swift, almost too fast to track. The air crackled with energy as the newcomers launched their attack. The demon forces, though vast and well-prepared, were thrown into disarray as the eight demons tore through their ranks with ruthless efficiency. The palace, once a symbol of vampire power, was transformed into a battlefield of chaos and bloodshed.

They are dangerous and rare to encounter and have the ability to move from earth to their demon dimensions and back. And then there’s the Third. These are the demons that possess people. The ones strong enough to kill you from the inside, the ones that require an exorcism to send them back to Hell. Who have the power to open the Gates of Hell. In its true form…I don’t know how I’ll fight it. I drop my phone into my purse and grip the sink, leaning forward and taking in big, deep breaths. It’s going to be okay. Somehow…someway…it’ll be okay.

It was in a foreign tongue, but I understood what I was saying. I sprinted out of the house barefoot, my feet searing against the scorching desert sand, fear gripping my heart. As I ventured forth, a haunting sight unfolded before me: emaciated, frightened individuals who appeared to be on the brink of survival. The sky itself bore a dark hue, not indicative of nighttime but rather as if an entity known as The Dark had veiled the sun. A thin, ominous smoke—The Dark—shrouded the land, casting its malevolent influence upon the people.

Despite the light emanating from the Pentacle, the air was icy cold. Then the ground seemed to crack wider open like a glass and pouring through the shards came a horde of dark shapes, humanoid but twisted, gnarled and faceless, howling out a soundless scream that punctured the ears of the witch. It did not seem to affect Aosoth though. She cackled and her beetle-like eyes grew bright with a manic light as she raised her hands higher and the demons poured forth. Icy wind burned the witch as more humanoid demons came through the band of light within the Pentacle. The air stank of sulphur and ashes.

The thought scared me. "She is back", a foreign voice said. The voice sounded so far away like the person was not standing next to me. I touched the band shielding my eyes again and the door opened. "Toku", Mom said, her voice raspy. She must have been crying. "Toku, you are fine in Jesus name". "Amen", I said on impulse. There was a pause and then silence. I couldn't hear anything anymore or nobody was making any noise. "She had died". "Her heart completely stopped". Mom's sobbing filled the room. They kept talking but their voices started to faded into the distance as I slipped into sleep.