Running With The Demon Novels & Stories

“That’s AIDS! You’re harming someone’s life!” “I saw how your son disturbed others during the movie! He even stabbed someone with a needle! That’s really despicable, how could a child be this evil?”

Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and their movements were swift, almost too fast to track. The air crackled with energy as the newcomers launched their attack. The demon forces, though vast and well-prepared, were thrown into disarray as the eight demons tore through their ranks with ruthless efficiency. The palace, once a symbol of vampire power, was transformed into a battlefield of chaos and bloodshed.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

“Stay here until I tell you to run. And then you run. Fast. Do you understand? He feels her nod. Slowly, he steps out of the elevator. And the Hybrid steps closer too. The growl in his chest became louder. The Hybrid started to walk. Slowly– taunting him. Remus walked too, determined to put enough distance from him and Eden. Then the Hybrid ran. Remus stopped and shouted his command, “Run!” Eden took off to the other wing of the building. She knew something was wrong. Remus felt different. The hooded figure terrified her to the bones and so did Remus. So when he shouted for her to run, she did. But he didn’t tell her not to look back– which she also did.

VENITA: The pain I experienced was beyond words. I felt violated and manipulated. Now, I understand the saying, 'The demon you know is better than the angel you don't know.' Landon, the angel in my life, turned out to be a stranger. Standing before me, his form half-transformed, he resembled a wild beast thirsting for blood.

I jimmy open the door, have it hot-wired in seconds, and rip off down the road with captive newborn vampire trussed up in the trunk. Ma begged me not to go back to that church tonight… If there really are demons wandering free through the catacombs of that ‘holy’ place… What harm’s another cursed captive gonna do? Either way, I can’t afford to doubt Sicillio. First the healing, now this newfound strength and speed… It definitely is a gift. Even with the blackouts… Might just be exhaustion, the reaction of an overwhelmed mind. One incident. It’s nothing to worry about unless it starts happening on the reg. And even then… Nothing will change. Nothing can change. I got a job to do.

—Now I understand. —You don’t have to go back to it, —I said. —Just listen. —I should have done that with you too. —Her head turned toward me beneath the veil. —Listened first. —You’re listening now. —Now I am. —A pause. —But your demon is loud sometimes. —The leash still holds, —I tilted my head. —But it doesn’t want to tear anymore. It knows that if it does, it loses what it came out for.

He had finally learned to curb his bluntness and speak more tactfully. "We demons are devoted. Once we choose someone, we view them as our lifelong partner and can't betray them. A contract forms naturally. When you call me, I will appear immediately." Only then did I find out about it. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "I was afraid you'd reject me." Without realizing it, Raven had become my exclusive demon. The child trafficking ring that had operated for years was finally brought to justice. I also wrote a story that made headlines across the country. On the day everything was settled, I suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, hey, look there! She's there, you bitch!" They were coming toward us. I didn't think. I just ran yes, I ran not from humans but from demons, whose eyes burned with pure lust. My whole body was trembling, shaking violently. My feet were bleeding. I'm sure they left bloody footprints behind me but I didn't stop. I ran for the baby girl who held my finger. How could I leave her here? I didn't think. No one else had survived, and even if they had, those men were coming with madness in their eyes. I couldn't leave her. Not like this.

I hope. Also, I’m slightly terrified for real. So many things could go wrong, from the demon refusing to leave Evander, making us go back to attempting another exorcism. It’ll be pissed then, and who knows what kind of damage it will purposely wreak on Evander’s body. And if it does leave Evander’s body and we—I need to stop. Or else I really will freak the fuck out. “You won’t regret this,” the demon tells me. “You and I together.” The same sick smile plays on Evander’s face and the demon’s murky eyes glow in the candlelight. “With you behind me, I shall rule the underworld.”