Running With The Demon の小説・ストーリー

“Situations change, Idamus…either way doesn’t change the issue that I need your help with.” “Hmm…” Idamus nodded, as he thought. “I’m just concerned…everything that seems to be happening right now is because of this demon.” He raised his hand in a plea at Ruben’s icy glare as his eyes started to blaze. “Hear me out…if you please…conflicts have arisen within your clan and that of Lord Semenov, you have taken responsibility for the slaughter of humans and the burning of two locations in the South of the city…there is also conflict arising from a werewolf pack up state that your men raided, fought with, killed and arrested the survivors for drug dealing…meanwhile reports coming in clearly state

Finally bold enough, I asked, "Could you check?" The demon even jerked his head, then laughed. Have you ever heard a demon's laughter? Do you think it's scary? It's no scarier than a storm, or lighting, or a hurricane. It sounds wild, and furious, and mad, and fiery, yet oh so beautiful. The room suddenly became chilly. Smoke swirled in the corners of the pentagram, and Martha grew even paler. She was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold the demon back-or that I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from stepping toward him. I wasn't going to do that, however. I knew all too well you weren't supposed to trust demons.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

I tossed and turned and after some sleepless hours staring at the ceiling I got up and decided to run it off. I started my run on the training field in the darkness of night and stopped running when my limbs hurt and my body ached for relief. The cold night air whipped at my skin, preventing my muscles from heating up. The sun was slowly peeking its way through the fog of morning and I decided to call it quits. My anger had almost subsided and just one question needed an answer at this point. An answer that only I could provide myself. ‘Did I want to become a Werewolf?’

"Did you come in here drunk because I don't think you're in your right mind?" "How many bullets will get zapped before you realize this shouldn't be?" "Just keep out of my business," he said, "You did that before, and everything went just fine. Have you noticed that every time you interfere, bullets get passed around?" Derinem stood up, raising his chin, and saying, "I won't make the same mistake again; watch out as she disappears right from under your nose." He knew he shouldn't brag, especially when it was Damon, but right now, he was determined—if it was going to end all of them, then so be it.

His eyes were red in anger but before he could do anything she disappeared from his sight. The demon was ranging in anger. "Run! Little lady! Run! I will find you and then chop you into tiny pieces. Just wait", Demon said and sent his trackers to search for her. Demon whose eyes already caught the soul was now waiting for his prey to show how merciless he was. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

The one with all the darkness, death. And demons.

"My mother... she came to me. I’ve never seen her face, not even in a painting, but I knew it was her. I wanted to ask her so many things, but she was gone before I could even open my mouth." Zayla felt a cold shiver run down her spine that had nothing to do with the wind. *This is it,* she thought, her stomach twisting. *The demon is already moving. It's playing him exactly like serenya said it would.* He turned his head slowly, his gaze heavy as it landed on her face. "You pity me, don't you?" he asked, his voice flat. "That’s why you’re doing all this. Risking your life, standing in front of whips... it’s all just because you feel sorry for the broken prince."

Veronica would be safe, but I’d be gone. I promised her I wouldn’t run again. But if I ran, I could save her, make things right. I stood up, holding the case. Phoenix was tensed, ready to spring, probably ready to gun me down. I weighed my chances, stared him down. I could get out faster than he could shoot, I was sure of it. But it was club over everything. Always had been, always would be. I was a Demon for the rest of my fucking life, and I’d be loyal until I died.