Scarecrow Demon Novels & Stories

We all stand and look at Demonica then to the ball of light emitting a strong intimidating aura. “What is wrong with her?” Flora asks as we all look at the ball of light floating above. We watch as Demonica slowly stand and when she face us, all of us step back seeing how scary her face looks. It is like a mask is being peeled off on her face and the real face behind it is so scary like of those mummies. We look at the ball of light when it begins to vibrate then its size becomes bigger like of the size of a basketball’s ball. The aura also intensifies making us all look at one another as Demonica looks up at it.

Jack, Herne, and Warren didn't move a muscle, when faced with the spectral image of the woman. Traditional buckskin adorned the slender body. She raised her hands above her head, "Well are you going to help? You are members of the Scald Crow aren't you?" Jack and Herne took a step back from the phantom, and pushed Warren forward, "You go, whelp."

He stood there until the demon approached him with his most qualified move. The demon proceeded with an indissoluble rope, which, according to him, was probably fit to capture the king of hell, and then what had to happen had happened. Alexander’s standing was his weakest phase, where he brought his devil to the zenith to crush the outnumbered demons if they stopped him from reaching Bella. The demon was forcefully stopped by an invisible levitation, sank to his knees, and fell to the ground. The pain was crushing his bones, could be heard, his scales slowly scorching as his eyes looked at Alexander in terror, knowing his end had come.

“Before you dismembered the demon, did you happen to get a good look at it?” He nods. “Maybe five feet tall if I’m being generous. Claws, flat teeth, smelled like the inside of an asshole, with skin resembling an elderly man’s ball sack.” “Scrapper demon. Great. When there’s one there’s usually more. They follow behind more powerful demons, eating their scraps. Hence the nickname. I’m surprised it took them this long to follow behind that Third Hierarchy twatwaffle.” I tip my head. “How many old man ball sacks have you seen?”

That was a real set-up! My scouts were my people, my subjects, and of course that jerk didn’t touch them. And so, that was what they saw: a small demon, a grey-skinned, tailed creature, had been riding another demon. Then he had summoned an entire host of demons, and they went to slaughter the Tevarrian army. I could barely hold back curses, but still managed to get more details. Apparently, everything wasn’t as bad as it seemed. They had noticed Ak-kvir and I when we knocked out the sentries and had decided to follow us.

With a foreign demon? Elder Cang sneered, stroking his beard. "Dao-Companion? You have fallen, child. You bring a creature reeking of blood and iron into the Celestial Realm. His soul is chaotic. He is a danger to the Sect." He looked at Caleb with unparalleled arrogance. "Kneel, beast. Let me purge the demon from your marrow, and perhaps I will spare your life." Caleb laughed. It was a dry, sharp sound. He stepped out from behind Scarlett, his hands in his pockets. He looked at the Elder not with fear, but with the curiosity of a scientist looking at a particularly interesting bug.

“And I said I would not suffer to see you again, you bloodsucking—” I seize him by the throat, lifting him clear off the ground. “He may be a bloodsucker, but he ain’t the real demon here,” I denounce. “You are both abominations,” Sicillio grates. “You belong in hell.” I have barely a split second to react, as a tentacled monstrosity bursts out from that poured circle of blood at his feet. I go to kick it into the wall, but those teeth tipped tentacles are wrapped tight around my calf, tightening every second in sawing, deadly vice. It’s a fucking Cthulu fledging – a real pain in the ass, even in miniature.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

Dewi Sari Kencana felt a negative aura approaching. "It looks like a demon is targeting that child." Ki Janggan Nayantaka turned his head to the right. The demon horde was carrying several cloth sacks that kept wriggling. Ki Janggan Nayantaka, Dewi Sari Kencana and Arya Santanu heard the screams and shrieks of children from inside the sacks. Aska Narendra who heard the screams of his friends immediately looked back. He was surprised when the demons found him. "Hey, brat! How dare you run away from us!" One of the flesh-eating demons pointed at Aska with his axe.

Henrik and I stood and bowed our heads respectfully. We joke that Delilah is the scary one because of that video, but we know the Fayte standing before us is the scary one. We don’t need to see her action to know it’s true. We’ve heard the stories. The crater and blood splatter she left in the hospital parking lot of the doctor who drugged and kidnapped Delilah. Then there was the devastation in Demonclaw three years ago when Persephone was abducted. Add in knowing she has an ancient wolf spirit that is the balance to Darkness… yep scary shit.