روايات وقصص ضمن Running With The Demon

"The center of the Earth. Where the only way to survive is to become a demon without a soul." Elara looked at the iron key, then at the two human men beside her. "Then let's get to work," she said.

"You'll see when it's time, I'm going to the g/c's office now and when I do, you'll be outside recording the entire conversation I am about to have. Okay?" "Okay, Senior" "Don't call me that". He pointed and walked away. I followed. Daniel Jegede was tall, muscular and dark skinned, he had a maturely handsome face and looked more like a twenty year old than a seventeen year old. He had the long confident stride of a basketball and the arms of a wrestler. I started to wonder if he had used those hands to strangle Lola to death or if he was going to strangle me to death. I made it my business to walk at a safe distance from him in case I needed to start running for my dear life.

Once again congratulations on becoming a demon. Ban: Ahhh. I totally forgot about that. Demons are long lasting creatures and not to mention the fact that I might really have to take- take over the Avere- -- ( Ehhh???... why am I feeling so dizzy all of a sudden??.. I can't keep my eyes open. My hearing is bad too. What is happening?) ''BAN? BAN? BANNNnnnnn.......''

I answered coolly. He strutted across the room and went to stand in a glass window where the outside showed a good angle of the veranda and the Winner Family pool. He smiled, pleased over something that he saw. I wondered what it was then. What is advantageous of being a demon is that we get to read another person's mind. We can use it for or against them. But before an angel, we are helpless. It is either they have barriers in their too-holy brains or they are just dead on imagination. I prefer to think it is the latter.

“Let me introduce him to you. “This is Demon who ranks first in underground boxing. “His only hobby is to eat human flesh. Thomas Mayo, let’s feed him with your flesh today. “Demon, eat him!” Demon curved the corner of his lips slightly, and he rushed toward Thomas swiftly. His extremely high speed was incredible.

Jim wasn’t the most religious person, but he knew that whatever was chasing him wasn’t natural, and under those circumstances you needed something pretty big like God on your side. Jim set off at a jog, panting hard and trying to ignore the cramp in his leg and the stitch in his side. A third underground tormentor had joined the other two. He could feel it switch from one side of the path to the other, occasionally rumbling up behind him with menace.

The scent of the demon was stronger now, a sharp, acrid odor that filled the air. The demon stood in the center of the hut, unmoving, like a grotesque statue. Claud approached it slowly, every sense on high alert. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the demon’s cold, unyielding flesh. For a moment, it remained lifeless, and then suddenly, a voice echoed through the air, commanding it to attack.

His angel knew how to play games. "You want to play games hn?" He moved dragging her towards the car. "Let me show you my games." He said as he opened the car door for her. Ava's smirk vanished as red alarms started buzzing around him. She forgot she was messing with the demon but the thought she ruled over his heart and mind she relaxed a little. What he can do to me at most? "My games are little dirty hope you don't mind that?" He smirked rushing the car towards their small cottage. Saying he grabbed he exposed thigh as her breath hitched.

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.

I’ll die if I stay here, but if I return, it’s to something worse than the oblivion death brings. I sit on the bed and stare at nothing as several thoughts run free in mind. One in particular pushes me to my browser. It is Mauro’s words that keep resounding in my head like an alarm. “C'è un demonio dentro di te.” It takes countless tries to get the words right for the translation, but when I do, my breath catches. “There’s a demon in you.”