Swamp Demon Novels & Stories

demon:- I have to kill him with 12 bullets, hey monster are you father me? he was a very fast runner, he come at him, demon shoot bullet in his defence but nothing seem to work, he start to run away, he ran out of bullets, and reach a dead end. demon:- now I have one bullet left in my shell and their only ocean behind me, what should I do now? shark:- you are dead now shark runs to kill him, demon stays there and waits for him to get close. the demon has hate with explosive demon activate those explosives, and he plans, to fall into the ocean after activating the explosives, he did explode, but the sharks protect him but his damaged hand, sharks are still alright and still in shape to kill e

The level three are the reason for this war, they are capable of withstanding sunlight and can also shapeshift making them quite deadly and finally the Level four demons, blessed with each abilities of their own and they all answer to their master Hades" he added. "So if we fight in the day time, it is still useless because of the level three demons. What is the point of this war then when we are already on the loosing side" Alpha Jack gave up, he believed they had no hope and he might as well die now rather than die in the hands of a demon. "Level three demons are called scorpions, you can't easily notice them, they lurk around in the human world mostly and feed on their fear making them st

I can hear her above everyone and everything! As a Demon-Wolf, my abilities occasionally overwhelm my body and brain. Leading me to do dark things or lash out and create big messes. Not many people knew, but I am like this because I am only half-demon. Not full. I have two forms, my Demon-Wolf and myself, a witchy demon. If I was a full demon, I'm sure not even the heavens could control a demon that knows an infinity of spells…. —Id be untouchable if I could control all my demons in me.

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

He killed his father and went to live with the druids in the alps. Through thousands of years of life, he still hadn’t let go of his resentment for how he was treated as a child, which sometimes led him to express his anger in violent creative ways. This as well is all the more problematic because Sleamann was about the strongest creatures around. Unlike others, he was not just a wolf, warrior, war-lord or whatever. He was a vampire and a vampire-werewolf hybrid, which made him the first damphyr. As a result, he could take on whole packs of normal vampires or werewolves with terrifying ease, while normal people barely registered as more than food to him. He was a thinker and he thought about

His eyes alternated between green and black as he hissed a name through his gritted teeth. "Belphegor." Belphegor was an old demon, very proficient in spell work, who left Hell when Chuck opened all the doors. He described his life as a human as coming from a time where people were "ugly" and worshiped a giant rock that looked like a penis. As a demon, he was a self-described "clock puncher," and enjoyed his work tormenting the souls that entered Hell. Motivated by his desire for life in Hell to go back to how it was before the souls were released, he possesses the corpse of a sloth and since then pledged his loyalty to Darth Vader, the demon overlord.

It was a known fact in this world that regular weapons didn't cut it; only demons could truly slaughter other demons. Slyvara had caught wind of the ambush at the same time Kai did, and she had sprinted to the scene to back Damir up. Moving like a literal nightmare, she shifted into her mist form, slipping through the battlefield and blind-siding enemies left and right. By now, the human guards were totally exhausted, with most of them bleeding out or nursing nasty injuries on the ground. But Damir and Slyvara were an unstoppable duo. They kept pushing the frontline back, making it crystal clear that these grunt demon soldiers were absolutely no match for upper-tier powerhouse demons.

I was in my study room when Jose walked in, I had been expecting him. “How bad was it?” I asked immediately, as I couldn't recollect what had happened last night. Whenever Varköl takes over, I happen to black out with no memories of my actions afterwards. It was not usual for werewolves, especially Alphas. But I didn't have a regular wolf, I was born with a demon wolf. “Luckily, no one died. I mean, of course aside from the two omegas who were standing guard that you tore beyond recognition.” My face dropped. “I killed someone on the day of the festival and in the Host's pack, surely it's against the rules.”

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.

They saw their prey and charged blindly into the swamp, driven by the mindless, corrupted mana that fried their neural pathways. Mwajuma backed up slowly, drawing them deeper into the center of the bog. She was a conductor of the earth, and the swamp was her orchestra. As the three beasts reached the deepest section, she dropped to one knee and pressed both palms into the murky water. "Sink," she commanded, her voice vibrating with raw, elemental authority.