Pumpkin Carving Demon Novels & Stories

He had just had to ask. Ruben’s gaze became confused again. “What about it?” “I know you’ve never had much to do with demons before, so you probably don’t know, but she doesn’t have the usual scent of a demon.” Ruben shook his head. “In what way?” “Demons can usually be recognised by their smoky scent, although some can mask it naturally, but Katarina has…” He didn’t know how to describe it. “…something else…it’s very alluring to vampires it seems…” He informed coyly.

One of them toppled off of the truck and rolled to where Jake was standing. He took a moment to look at it with its carved out eyes and mouth designed to give a demonic appearance but this looked as if it was grinning at him, mocking him. You fucking idiot! Why do you hate Halloween! Don't worry, the pumpkin didn't speak but it might as well have as Jake looked at it from a different angle and thought it could actually be in a world of pain. One that humans had no idea about. How I miss the days when all you had to worry about was going down some hungry human's throat and now I'm being cut up like a freak!

"Saye, what is that you want me to see-" I say as I enter but pause with wide eyes and back hitting against the wall, shocked. "What the hell is that?" One of the boys, the youngest, has some one-eye creature. It's like a dark gooey substance paste, and someone just glued those plastic eyes for arts and crafts. Its round yellow eyes look around frantically. I feel a chill running down my spine, seeing how disgusting it is. "In the Demon Realm, these are called Carcurus; they are low-level creatures that find a victim and stick themself on a host sucking the life force out of them."

The airflow swept and the strong wind blew, leaving traces of cutting and carving on the ground. All of a sudden, the protruding carves were flattened. After that, Caspian turned around and looked at the wild boar shapeshifting demon indifferently. The wild boar shapeshifting demon was tall and strong and its bulging muscles seemed to contain the power of thunder. But at this moment, it was so scared that its face turned pale. Its arm holding the giant axe was trembling at a visible rate. The Giant spirit tool Axe in its hand had already cracked open.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

THE TUBES came out of the floor one by one, even though Xurden was no longer there. The cat-masked demon stood in the very center of the room. He stood out against the whiteness of the cell because he was wearing pure black. He examined the cylinders one by one as if he was looking for something. After reaching the end of the line, he found the cylinder he was aiming for at that moment. He tapped the cylinder lightly. A few seconds after, dark smoke rose from the cylinder and took the shape of a demon’s face with his eyes closed. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” he said to the apparition.

Jonathan orders the children to go and they flee from them like scattering butterflies. "I know why you are here," the elderly looking Demon informs the younger looking one as he stands. The only way the other demon could be so elderly could be due to use of dark magic or arrogant spells gone wrong. It doesn't matter how or why the man looks the way he does. It won't stop Jonathan.

Right in the middle of the 8-petaled flower were his parents. The demon who looks like Ma’oz stared in amazement and rose. With his Akinaka, he made two quick slashes, one on each palm. Bright red on his left and deep blue on his right, his blood dripped onto the ground, as he traced the ghostly pattern of his infant’s sacred circle. Upon storm clouds I weathered, Towards brick, mortar, and sand; Oh mortal, I am tethered, Fare thee well, to hell, my land;

“I think so. Look at him. He looks quite like a snail.” Waltz was disgusted. “I hate this kind of creature the most! Normally, I would trample it to death whenever I see it! How can such a disgusting creature with no bones cultivate to become a human? How strange!” This team looked bizarre. Not only was there a demon with a snail shell on his back, but there was also a wasp-like demon, a butterfly demon, an earthworm demon... They seemed to have been summoned from the back garden of someone’s house.

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.