Pumpkin Carving Demon Novels & Stories

Of course, demons have no worries; the return of the bloodsuckers wouldn’t affect them, but it might ruin the lives of my people. “What’s so funny?” I almost growl the question. Annoyance and irritation slowly cloud my judgement, and if this man weren’t the newfound father, I’d probably try to kick out his damn teeth. He’s testing my patience. “Lazarus, son,” he slaps his massive hand on my shoulder and shakes his head. “I never mentioned vampires, so you don’t have to freak out about them just yet. What I meant are the leeches we know in the underground, hell. The soul eaters, we call them leeches. They have a specific scent only demons can sense – it’s like sulphur or something close to it

[Xanthea] Raven drove slowly into the university premises. Pulling up the shield of my helmet, I looked at the grand statue of the four horned devil wearing a skeletal mask. Several smaller demon statues surrounded him. The wings of all those demons were broken. The smaller demons clambered on one another, desperately reaching out to the book the big devil held high in his hand, facing the sky. They and their emotions were intricately and artistically carved out of black stone with a slight red glow.

Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

Glancing down at his shirt that had ridden up she could make out boot prints on his chest and burn marks on his side. "What on earth happened to you," she muttered. "I kicked his ass," a gravelly voice sounded with a bit of humor. Sophia turned and screeched seeing a huge frightening-looking demon standing in the doorway. Sophia's single eye widened at the gray colored skinned, black horned creature with blood-red eyes and huge leathery wings.

Lionel My eyes skim over the pumpkins for sale, and a smile stretches over my face. I love Halloween. Dela and I are at a farm to pick a pumpkin we will carve into a candle holder. It's tradition, and we are doing it. Dela sighs from her seat. "You should have told me we were coming here before we went, you asshole. I'm wearing high-heels, and here we are, at a pumpkin farm." I laugh at her when she crosses her arms over her chest like a petulant child. I have to fight the urge to pick her up into my arms. Does she even realize that she got me wrapped around her finger?

"Emily, dinner's almost ready. You better hurry up and put on your Annabelle clothes. You don't want to be left behind with the rest of the guys, do you?" "Of course not, Mom. But I need a little more carving to make it look perfect." "Sweetheart, it's getting late at night. Your carving is fine, you'd better put it outside and take a quick shower." "Okay, Mom." He took his carved pumpkin out and placed it on the front porch. I looked back at the clock. Oh, shit! I have to hurry. "Mom! Mom! You will not believe what I see." Emily ran to me.

After only cutting out the eyes, Jessie got frustrated at how dull the knife was, only to start using her nails, which cut through the pumpkin easily. "That's cheating." Kimmy said, struggling to cut the top off her pumpkins. "Leave it up to Christian to give us child proof knifes." Jessie waved the useless knife around. "Can you please pass the red paint? I want the insides to look like brains and intestines." After placing the final touches on her pumpkin, Jessie then placed a candle in it. "All done." She brushed her hands off. Kimmy looked between their pumpkins. “How did you get yours so scary?"

But it's her eyes—brilliant green orbs full of fire and unspoken strength that ensnare me. The vision shifts. A demon looms, a grotesque predator whose presence sends waves of fury through me. It targets her and an older woman, her mother perhaps. The demon's attack is merciless, scorching the older woman from the inside out, leaving her broken and lifeless. Another scene flashes before me: a man, her father, sleeping soundly as the same demon descends, its claws tearing through him with monstrous precision.

‘A resourceful fool, Your Evilness,’ Malachi jeered in Julius’ mind. Julius’ hand flicked backwards, and the carving knife on the nearby table floated into his grasp. He stood over Reed’s body, his expression cold and devoid of any remorse. The demon appeared beside him, short and sturdy, its form crackling with dark energy. Julius began chanting, calling ancient forces to restore the strength Arlen had taken. His voice was low and sharp, the words twisting the air, filling the room with a sense of dread. The ritual called for the heart of his victim. Toward the end of the incantation, Julius would carve it out and consume it.