Open And Close Demons And The Dead Novels & Stories

I kept my eyes on my shoes, wishing the sun would just finish setting so we could go back inside. “You know,” Jeremiah said, breaking the quiet. “There is an old story about this time of evening. They say dusk is when the demons come out.” I bit my lip to keep from rolling my eyes. I didn't think he was the type for ghost stories. I decided to play along just to keep the conversation moving. “Demons? What are they looking for?” I asked, stepping slightly closer to him as a shadow flickered in the trees. “They hunt for souls,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “They call out your name. They can mimic the voice of anyone you trust. A friend, a parent, or someone you love. If you answer th

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

Vivian Stone, have you ever considered that this isn't my father's body, but yours? Vivian rolled her eyes at me. "My father is an honest, simple man. How would he provoke a kind college student into running him over?" She opened a video call and showed it to me as if she were flaunting a trophy. "Look. With one order from me, your father's corpse will be nothing but bones." In the video, Robert's body was being carried to the edge of a pool by several people in protective suits. White smoke rose from the liquid inside.

“It was nothing, I’m just glad you’re okay, really. Before you start, let me first tell you all I currently know about these creatures from the attack last night. First, they’re obviously corpses that have life for some reason. Second, they drink blood, and it makes them become human again. Well, not exactly human but their rotten flesh becomes replaced with normal skin the more blood they take. They’re also super fast and strong and they also heal impossibly fast. Almost nothing can kill them, even with a fatal wound, they keep moving. Only fire hurt one of them, burnt it to ashes, and they all turned to ashes once the sun came up. That’s all.” “Yes, they are corpses, human corpses. They we

I sigh “The night I went out to buy decorations I met Abaddon. He said bad thing will happen to the town” “Who’s Abaddon? Is what happening now a bad thing?” “Abaddon is a demon babe. Dead people coming back to life after a demon foretold a bad omen, it can’t be good” “B-but but—” “I know this is hard to accept babe. Let him go” People starts screaming and almost immediately after we heard the scream, a loud rumble shakes the house. We run out to check what’s going on and we couldn’t believe our eyes—the town is burning, people getting killed by the reanimates

I unhooked the grenades from my belt and tossed them onto the floor, filling the room with gas. The door flung open, and a group of red-skinned demons rushed inside. My jaw clenched. They were the exact type that dished out our punishments. “You again?” growled the one in front, who had horns like a gazelle. “One,” Ophois said under his breath. “Two, three, four, five—” All six demons fell to the marble floor. The door opened again, and another one with goat horns rushed inside. “What the fuck is going on—”

"—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.