Scarecrow Demon Novels & Stories

"Saye, what is that you want me to see-" I say as I enter but pause with wide eyes and back hitting against the wall, shocked. "What the hell is that?" One of the boys, the youngest, has some one-eye creature. It's like a dark gooey substance paste, and someone just glued those plastic eyes for arts and crafts. Its round yellow eyes look around frantically. I feel a chill running down my spine, seeing how disgusting it is. "In the Demon Realm, these are called Carcurus; they are low-level creatures that find a victim and stick themself on a host sucking the life force out of them."

That being said, the demon prince flew in the direction the girl went ignoring the other's call He was going to take care of that girl once and for all * * * She had never ran so far behind tire life. It got to a point her chest became heavy and breathing became a problem Worst thing was, she couldn't even see where she was running exactly, the harsh downpour and darkness. Still, that did not stop her from running, she knew what she had seen wasn't normal ' a horned man with snow white hair standing besides a burning corpse' What the hell was that?!

Liyla slowly walked towards the door and called her father but he was just staring at something Liyla couldn't see. "Dad is that you, dad! where is this place, I'm so scared!." She came close to him and behold a bloody sight, a demon with one eye plucked out, hanging on the eye socket and the left part of the brain was skulless pumping out blood like a running tap, then it stretched it's hand towards Liyla and tried to grab her by the hand. She screamed as loud as possible and fell on the floor crawling backwards, she continued crying and tried escaping but the demon was to fast, it cought her leg then choked her by the neck, raised her up above the ground, Liyla was loosing consciousness th

There's a wide room with a matching window that has the scene of the ocean beyond a small meadow and a small group of trees to the right. There are two chairs and one round high coffee table between. Two people sit, one you know, one you don't. At least not from this story. "So," says Cayce, "I'll introduce myself first. But since this is the end of my book then you probably know about me enough. Cayce Vance, eighteen. Married around now, ready for some action, and half-demon and half-angel hybrid."

gone? On the floor, still withering in pain was no longer an Arch Angel but a full demon, he still had Renard's facial features and body but Scott could tell a demon if he saw one and he was looking at one right now. He looked at Master Krane in surprise and shock but the demon looked on as if all was normal, he gave Scott a kind of look that told him he was not welcomed in here any more and Scott took the initiative to leave. As he stepped out of the house, he clearly heard Master Krane speak.

As soon as they’d handled them, which didn’t take much, there was a pregnant pause and then all Hell broke loose. Kayakoy may have been abandoned for almost a hundred years, but thousands of structures still stood, and it seemed a Reaper or demon emerged from almost all of them. “Holy hell,” Cutter muttered, raising his eyebrows at Sky. In the darkness, it was difficult to see precisely what they were dealing with, but some of the demons took animal shapes, some were in human form, and others appeared as spirits. The Reapers, which had to number about a couple hundred easily, each carried a scythe. “I’m gonna go ahead and call for some more back up,” she said, her eyes as wide as his were.

Her eyelashes stretched into cobwebs down her cheek, and her nose elongated into a point. Kathrena’s reminder had put us all on edge. My head throbbed as I stared down at the broken bird. “Yeah, okay.” Together, we shuffled it onto the verge, trying to be as tender as we could. Rowan and I both had gloves in our pockets, so we slipped them on and carried the bird, whilst Skye moved with us, his eyes wide and his bottom lip quivering. We’d been so cavalier up until now, so cheerful, optimistic despite the odds, despite the attacks. But if the demon could do this to a bird, an innocent, what would it do to any of us?

The person on the door, wore a long black cloth and face covered with white powder and a curled moustache drawn, between his thin lips and pointed nose, with marker. All the servants, just looked at him with jaw dropped. 'Did this man, lose his brain screws?' ZouMi was busy, so she didn't know about the creature on the door.

They were calling me names one of which got me thinking. “she's a demon, her eyes is bloody! ” a kid screamed. I turned to face them all and to my surprise they all took to their heels. Do I look this scary?! I ran in opposite direction, fortunately a forest. I just needed to be alone maybe forever. I just can't face humans anymore. Who am I?! What have I turned into?! Who is a demon? Do I look like one? **

Harridan Hamlet, Dread Country Chavias was making the long trek to Dread Country. Evening was drawing close. As customary the demon had sent Chavias to raid Harridan Hamlet on the edge of Dread Country. Knowing by now they'd have a healthy stockpile. Chavias caught the scent of a dead deer in an alleyway behind some booths. The slightly rotted stink of it immediately drew the attention of the demonic dogs, Targue and the demonic rodents, nonis, with him.