Real Demogorgon Novels & Stories

“Why have you brought them here? And where have you been? Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?” David had regained his composure and his voice was once again steady and emotionless. “I am here now. Is there a problem?” “Yes! Yes, there’s a problem. He was here. A damn war golem. In my home. Demanded to know where the brothel was. That’s all he wanted to know. I thought he was going to eat me.” Dorma was shaking. His confident public persona was nowhere to be seen. He looked like a scared, old man (who did some modelling work on the side).

she commanded, derora removed her blade and tore her palm, in a quick spell she opened the abyss. Then she called in any creature that wanted to leave the pit, a hundred shouts of anger replied, with darathos releasing the energy to her, derora called them forth, In their numbers they flew out, from the greeteron demon of death, to the fedrakor blood hounds, the ugarrak flying terror to any other creature. They were all red, she bound them to herself as soon as they appeared, they all roared in blood lust, and with a single command derora unleashed them,

The two greedily picked up the treasures on the ground, as if they would never be satisfied. “Help me! Please, help me!” A faint gasp came from the side. Gallain turned his head around and saw a Demigod from the Second World struggling to get up after he broke an arm and a leg. “Haha!” Gallain sneered contemptuously, deciding to ignore that Demigod. Daftmonk knelt down to pick up a relic that looked like mala beads. Another skeleton hand suddenly grabbed the other half of the beads. “Moloch!” Daftmonk called out Moloch’s name.

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

Herne focused his attention back on the screen, "Who is leading them?" "Your old friend Matthias Ponts, or at least I thought so at first. Brace yourselves," She pulled up an image of what appeared to be a Female Frankenstein monster. Unlike the Hollywood version of the aberration, the female golem was shapely. Long angry scars along the neck and shoulders. Tiny bolts jutted out from the throat area but did not look out of place. The pale skin and mixed and matched eyes haunted warren. Archon flashed a picture of the wolf gigas he fought. "Archon thinks it's another gigas. I agree with him."

And now he's gone too. Rosie is in all black and has a black trench coat wrapped around her body as the weather this morning changed and it started to snow, it’s not that uncommon to snow in Flagstaff, but when it does it falls heavily. She stares at his grave that has snows around it, his tombstone is all frosty. She forwards her hand and touches the tombstone, to wipe away the frost with her hand. But as soon as she touches it a voice speaks out of nowhere and startles her. "Rosie." A voice calls out to her. Her head snaps and silently stares at the woman in front of her, the woman is in her late 40s’, she is middle aged, medium built and has an awful lot of makeup on. Upon staring at her

Azazel yelled. Just then Daniel saw two lower level demons carrying a thin, frail woman. Her skin was translucent and gray. Her bones were clearly visible under her nightgown. They carried her over to Azazel and threw her down at Daniel's feet. Daniel knew, before she even looked up at him, that this was his Elizabeth or what she had been reduced too.

It's hard to see in the storm, but what my eyes land on can’t be explained by poor vision alone. There is an enormous man lying in the dirt and not any man—a Zareth. A demonic humanoid creature with blue skin, yellow eyes, horns, and catlike ears. He has muscles for days, thick, luxurious black hair, a black-tufted tail, and sharp claws instead of nails. His face would be pretty, really pretty, if he weren't glaring at me like he wanted me dead. Ice-cold fear immediately prickles down my back when I realize how easily this massive man could kill me.

“He was. I’m not sure how he got in there, though.” “Weird.” Shrugging, she decided it didn’t really matter. “So anyway, Holland was gone again, but she’d been working with this creepy bastard in Eastern Europe--Daunator. Even though he’d been basically dormant for a few hundred years, he was pissed at that point and started making an army of Shadow Creepers. Of course, at the time, no one knew what those were. So my parents took a team over there to get rid of him. They blew him up with a grenade, but my mom fell off a mountain--and apparently she died for a few minutes or something. But Jamie brought her back, and that’s when my dad found out she was pregnant with me and my brother.”

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.