Romans & histoires Sad Demon Slayer

I am not allowed to look him in the eyes. I'm positive he is why all of Timberlake high treats me like a leper; I am on his blacklist. He hated me before I said a word to him, and I have no idea why. But no one will go against him or his wolf Slade. Damon is nothing like his father or mother; he is angry and dangerous. A skilled warrior and the future of the pack I am living in.

"The pure blood of a primordial werewolf. But, just the same, the blood of a pure Primord vampire is lethal to a Primord wolf." ******* Third Person POV Damian sat on the passenger's side. His elbow prompted on top of the window of the suv as he stares out through his dark aviator shades. "Two years....I gave her a bit over two years to rest. Now, I'm coming for you my lovely. Rest assure! I will either take you home, or take your head... but either way, I will have you. You're mine Selene! You must be mine!" He gritted his teeth. Clenched his jaw as his hand fisted tightly turning his knuckles white.

Shay hissed "touch it amd we are goners!" The beast sensed the fear brooding within Shay and it's head snapped towards her, it let out a huge grin, exposing its mouth full of sharpened pointed teeth "Come on girl" it said with in a choked voice, too full of teeth "I dare you to knock me over again!" One thing was made clear, Bree Davidson was almost done, They could both sense her soul exiting inch by inch giving way for the darkness, The daemon began to to advance, it claws extended and it's maw dripping spittle, it eyes black displaying intense hatred

The look on his face was priceless when Santos sidled up to him, appearing to require his attention, and instead pulled his heart from his chest whilst the others were busy taking care of their queen. 'So easy.' The 2IC thought spitefully, as the vampire slumped to the ground and he casually threw Kronos's heart into a bush. "Throw more wood on the fire!" Santos yelled, basking in the power that came with being in control, and the minions obeyed. After he was sure that Lenora was nothing more than a desiccated husk he planned to mount his granddaughters head on a stake and walk straight into Howling with his Army to finish the battle with Shadow that was denied him a year ago. Santos would d

"I will never tell you about her you bastard even if I have to die. BUT MARK MY WORDS SHE WILL RETURN AND WILL AVENGE EVERYONE WHO DIED. YOU WILL ALL PAY FOR YOUR SINS AND YOU DEMON YOU WILL LAY ON MY DAUGHTER'S FEET AND ASK FOR MERCY JUST LIKE I ASKED FOR MY MATES LIFE. YOUR PRIDE, ARROGANCE, RUTHLESSNESS, CRUELTY WILL LEAD YOU TO YOUR DEATH ALONG WITH ALL OF YOU" Damien can not handle any more; he pulled Clara on her feet by her hair and slit her throat. Clara's body separated from her head and went limp. Damien throws the head near the stream mercilessly. He went near the stream and saw his reflection. He is covered in the blood of the couple. His right side is covered in blood and the le

Each impact rattled the chamber, shaking the chandeliers and cracking the marble tiles. Chloe could do nothing but watch, her body trembling, her nails biting into her palms until she drew blood. She hated this, hated that she was the prize, the excuse for two ancient predators to tear each other apart. At last, Sylas gained ground, his feral energy overwhelming even Valerius’s restraint. With a vicious kick, he drove Valerius to one knee. The crowd gasped, voices rising in a fever pitch. Sylas grinned, triumphant, lifting his clawed hand high. “And here I thought you untouchable.”

The blast of arousal that floods my panties had me momentarily stunned before the words he spoke slowly started to sink in. Did he just call me his slave? Anger burns away any lingering arousal that is left behind from the drop dead gorgeous vampire, causing me to see red when I turn to look at him. “I am not a slave.” I tell him, giving him my best glare that I can come up with. There is no way that I am going to allow this drop dead gorgeous, well…dead guy…take me back to his home to become his slave. I thought he was there to save me from being sold as a vampire’s slave, not take me home to be his own. There has to be something I can do to get out of this situation that I have found mysel

My humanity slipped away, replaced by the raw, uncontrollable instincts to kill. “Grrraaaawwwwwrrrhhhhh!” With one final, earsplitting roar, I transformed completely. My thoughts shattered, replaced by a singular, driving hunger. Slade howled, his voice a mix of pain and fury, as he fully emerged, his form massive and menacing.

Damon looked towards Ashley; he had both hate and sadness in his eyes. "They are going to marry; they are going to start their new life, but you. You are really a devil, father. Oh, sorry, I feel pathetic when I call you father; you don't even deserve to be called father; you are the devil. You killed my sister, even after knowing that she was pregnant. You kill an unborn child; I hope Mr. Damon Williams punishes you till you die, and even after you die, you root for hell with the former elder."

Muscles had been unable to do that and as a result, he had been cast out of the Rage Daemon family. Speed Daemons had a speed requirement. While Slender was fast, he was incomparable to true Speed Daemons. As such, he too was cast out of the Speed Daemon family. Bloodlust and Breaker were different. They had excelled as Blood Daemons and had been chosen. Their futures should have been dark and gloomy, like that of every promising Undead who languished in the darkness; yet Breaker had died.