Pumpkin Carving Demon Novels & Stories

he says, picking up a knife and twirling it between his fingers, "one particularly dumbass member decided to summon a demon. You know, for science or whatever the hell they thought they were doing. And, surprise surprise, it went horribly wrong." I stare at him. "A demon?" "Yup." He flips the knife once, catching it smoothly. "And it didn’t want to go back. Demons don’t like being summoned. It’s like getting yanked out of bed and forced into a terrible party where everyone’s trying to get something from you. So naturally, it started killing people." My stomach tightens. "Achilles—"

I was the one to draw the circle, channel my power, and summon the demon. The piece of chalk in my hand glowed blue. Ordinary chalk, used by students everywhere, yet I put so much of my power inside it that the pentagram flashed with fire as soon as I started to draw it. I'm not sure how to put it; my necromancer's gift, my magic power, and my half-demon nature poured out of my fingers, soaking the chalk, sliding across the lines, which were coming to life right before our very eyes.

‘Halloween transformed into disability chronicles. Matt twisted his tongue in revulsion; he stopped inhaling air into his lungs, his body sinking into the Lake, bloodied water entering his nostrils. Almost choked, he eyed the glowing pumpkin opening and closing its mouth; sharpened teeth, craving to gnaw on something or anything which would satisfy its hunger and thirst. Matt identified the pumpkin to be his Gramps. A foreseeable occurrence into hell. The Devil’s power seems to be taking a huge turn, and both Ghosts have decided to eat him raw for sure. A strained light of the moon fell on Matt, illuminating the silhouette’s on the lake. They faded and showed up again making his heart sink i

The old woman's eyes were red, seemingly devoid of sanity, and a dark pattern adorned her cheeks. Jenny widened her eyes in astonishment as she witnessed the ugly demon suddenly lunge at old Kay, devouring the deer he brought. Still unsatisfied, old Kay rolled up his animal skin sleeve, revealing a scar-covered arm, and placed it against the demon's lips, saying, "Eat it."

I argue, trying my best not to give up. Ever so slowly, he lifts his head. His eyes are black and soulless. His skin color washes away as a shadow emerges from his chest and slowly separates from his body. Covering my mouth, I try my best not to scream as the demonic creature shifts its head and looks at me. There are no eyes, just empty black holes. The Demon has three fingers each and smelled of burned ash. The more I stare at it, the more I recognize what it is. "Katrina!" The voice yells out.

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

They saw her alone, easy, and they moved in like starving wolves. Fornication. One of mankind’s proudest talents. Now she sits there, curled in sorrow. And for some damn reason, a thought slithers through my mind: Maybe I should cheer her up. Ridiculous. I’m Paimon. Demon King. Ninth Circle Prince. I strip souls bare and feed them to nightmares. My joy is in their screams—not their smiles. But… I know her weakness. Food. I sat beside her, snapped my fingers, and summoned a burger with my Demonic Energy—three thick patties, lettuce, tomato, bacon, and enough grease to clog a mortal's soul.

“I’m very sure. The drug is extremely similar to the zombie drug reported to the bureau last month. “It’s not a regular needle. “It’s a puncture needle meant for the spine, where it’ll inject medicine directly to the central nervous system. “Only professional labs would be able to produce this.” When Mary heard that it was a zombie drug, she finally came around to her senses. She screamed and pushed Charlie aside. “You rascal! Where did you get this needle?” Charlie stumbled after Mary pushed him and started crying again. “It’s from daddy’s study! I saw daddy inject that pretty lady with it!

Chaze shook his head as Kane picked up the dead demon and flung him randomly. “No, not real demons. They are Chimera Vampires. Kane’s dad messed around with the bat tribe and made all sorts of abominations before ending with the results of vampires. Mind you, he was trying to make his own Chimera and failed several times. Demons are the result of that failure.”

In just three days they lost everything, after seeing this group of people who looked out of the ordinary they could not help but hope. The man soon led them into a tightly packed Manor. The manor had some lingering spiritual energy around it but by the time they entered the respective room of the chief the spiritual energy was stronger. Why was this man exerting his spiritual energy so much--- Everyone gasped in horror when they saw a demon sucking out the spiritual energy of the old chief. The demon was skinless with a sharp zigzag horn poking out of his forehead. He was enormous and was holding the old man in his huge hands as he absorbed his spiritual energy into his own body. It can be