Pulse Demon Novels & Stories

Afraid of myself. "Don't search for me, don't ask anymore questions, because if you do i will know, and it would be the last time you get to see daylight". Just before the camera went off, i noticed my eyes....her eyes change color from the blue green ones they were to a deep shade of red. And then, just then i realized this whole thing was very real. It wasn't PTSD of any kind no, i was possessed. Possessed by a demon that feeds on female gentiles. Females that i clearly murdered with my own hands. Possessed by the mother of hell.

Hallucinations "This is Patient P. And as you can all see, he's kind of having trust issues with the people around him. He's most likely to become violent whenever someone offers him food. What do you think? Who wants to give their diagnosis?" Maze said before flashing his smile to everyone in the room. I looked at Mr. Gesurem and saw that he's nodding with a contented smile on his face. I looked at Mike and I can't help but laugh when I saw his confused face while thinking of the possible condition of Patient P.

Shier hollered and hit her with the whip one more time. “Argh—Da—” Becca flinched when another lash hit her. “The vampire potion, isn’t that what the vampire wants? That potion was created by your godmother, who was a four-hundred and eighty-year-old vampire, and she was your mother’s best friend. She injected the potion into your mother when she was pregnant with you. That woman put my wife in danger!” Shier yelled and continued hitting her, as Becca had tears leaching out of her eyes.

As they stepped outside, Damon pulled out his phone, and quickly sent a message to Jason: To: Jason Hey, need a favor. Can you cover for me in chemistry? Taking Aqua to my spot. Jason's reply came swiftly, a reassuring presence amid Damon's concern: From: Jason Sure thing, man. Is everything okay? Damon hesitated for a moment before responding, his fingers tapping out a reply filled with unspoken worry: To: Jason Yeah, just want to help Aqua out. She's having a rough time. As Damon glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw Jason's response. The simple message, accompanied by a winky face emoji, conveyed a sense of camaraderie and encouragement tha

Randall pressed the end call button and tossed it back to the demon standing over him. "The police have been bought off and our trackers have confirmed that the woman is indeed Sophia Parks," the demon said firmly. "Thanks for the updates, Anthony," Randall said sullenly and rubbed at his red eyes. "Get all these females out of here," he ordered and stood his naked self up. "If that worthless shit of mine cannot follow through with his pledge then I will simply kill her myself," he beamed happily as his clawed fingers wrapped around the8 handle of his revolver.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of his ragged breaths. In that moment of clarity, Damon realized the truth he had long been denying: he was not in control. Despite his wealth and power, he was powerless against the demons that lurked within him. His Borderline Personality Disorder, a constant shadow in his life, had reared its ugly head once again, leaving devastation in its wake.

my father explained. "First, the Ion-Pulse Grenade. They rely on a sub-dermal neural mesh to stay connected to Silas’s commands. This grenade creates a localized EMP that fries that mesh. It doesn't kill them, but it traps them in their own bodies. They lose motor control for sixty seconds. It turns a god back into a statue."

It also holds the risk of falling from the sky due to electromagnetic pulses caused by the resurrection of hellhounds. We don't understand what triggers the hounds to dig out of the ground, but the pulses always spike first. The stronger the pulse, the more hounds we deal with. The pulses themselves disrupt electronics. Electronics attract hellhounds. It's an endless cycle of death, and finding answers has been our biggest problem.

"Now, I don't want to kill the little one. But I will." The monitor stuttered back to life, a weak, irregular pulse threading through the silence like a fraying lifeline. Damon tilted his head, listening to the erratic beeps with the detached curiosity of a scientist noting an unexpected variable. "Ah," he murmured, as if the dying pup had just told him a mildly amusing joke.

No fence. None taken. Madison said. But it seems a little crazy that those harpies would keep trying to attack us. Something tells me it is not just by coincidence. I am afraid you are right. The fact that those harpies were here means that your foster dad is in worse hands than I thought. I am sorry. But did you just say music demon? June acts with a puzzled look on her face I did. How dangerous can a demon name polio be? Do not let the name fool you, he is a type of demon that can manipulate other folklore through his music. If he is close enough, he could bolster their strength to make them nearly invincible.