Open And Close Demons And The Dead Novels & Stories

"—but I promise, I'm not playing with you now. No tricks. I don't want to see you die—" "So I may die from this? That's what you're telling me? You brought me here…to die… potentially by a demon I have personally domesticated?" "Maybe don't say that?" Zee pinched the bridge of his nose, the many piercings lacing up his ears glittered like stars in his dark blue skin. "Better yet—don't say anything at all! Just stay silent and let me do all the talking, yeah? Great talk!" "Fuck—" Zee raised up a leg and kicked the door in. Revealing a room covered in dead bodies with Jonathan literally sitting on a throne of them. "—you?"

Right as they close the door, an ear-piercing screech sounds above us. “Banshee?” Evander’s brown eyes widen, and he grips my arm. Lucas speeds up onto the porch, fangs bared. “Get her out of here!” I shout to Easton. “Go!” He gets in the Jeep along with two other hunters, leaving Ricky and Tom, the young one, here to fight the demons. They’re well-trained and have high-powered weapons, but they don’t stand a chance against the demons tonight. They’re best bet at survival is staying inside the house, and I know they’ll never agree to it. Maybe Lucas can hold them spellbound again and make them think it’s their idea to say inside and away from the danger.

I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror where the beast was now screaming and trying to reach for the ground, attempting to escape, but he was getting devoured into the hole until he was gone for good. "Now we must close it! Hurry everyone," Nelly yelled through the chaos. "Fauo dater inaka is a gae ma dire lei jerga jefle nuijl," we started to repeat the spell for multiple times, until the hole closed tightly, leaving the demons inside their territory. We were all panting and coughing, feeling exhausted after all that strong energy around us. Finally, he was gone for good. But he was not the only demon we have to face. The fight was merely over.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

The demons were brown in colour with hideous faces and nine inch tongues, which wriggled out of their mouths. There were corpses of men and women floating in the stream of blood around him. How he walked on the surface of blood, he couldn’t explain. The male corpses were in black knee-length suits and purple ties, while the female corpses were in black suits, purple camisoles and purple brooches. He observed something about the corpses – they were facing the sky, with a katana held in their hands, atop their abdomen. The perspiration increased all over his body, as he hoped to see a normal human being until…

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

A deathless life without rest for all eternity until complete destruction. The deadmen which were the living demons residing in the Deadman land were the vampires, ghouls, witches, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. The deadmen were the most varied set of demons within the demon realm and the most dangerous due to how varied their abilities were as well. As for the undead, they were divided into three stages: Deathness, Deathless, and Deathlessness.

Yet this man seems on fazed. "If your sister isn't dead by now, then she's definitely fine. The demon alpha doesn't keep an enemy. He kills them immediately. He doesn't wait even for a second. Just tell me the reason you want to meet with me. I don't have time to beat around the bush boy" he growled at me

I deadpanned Bastian’s expression darkened. “You still don’t understand.” “Then explain it.” He released me turning away. “The Red Moon rises tomorrow.” My stomach tightened. Tomorrow. The void around him seemed to pulse excitedly. “The gate will open.” “No.” “It will.” “No.” His eyes locked onto mine. “Your blood opens the path.” I swallowed hard but kept my expression neutral. The gate to the Underworld and the demon armies. Everything the goddess had shown me. Everything we’d been trying to prevent.

(DECLAN’S POV) Demons don’t die. I never believed it, but here he It is—A dagger buried in his chest, neck stabbed, his blood soaking my pants—Yet his pulse flickers. Faint, but alive. “He’s not dead!” Dakor barks, pain lacing his voice. “Wanted in fifty-four countries and greatest felon alive. You’d have to do more than that.” Rifles click. Boots scuff against tile. And Dakor shifts, clutching his bleeding thigh.