Swamp Demon Novelas e Histórias

I wish the gods or ancestors or whoever was in charge of this distribution will look down on me and grant me the gift of gab so I can convince the rigid elders of my kingdom to grant me permission to leave. I wish I could just send out the royal servants to find but it'd be a waste of manpower. Even with their keen senses the task seems almost impossible. Sarah's is in an entirely different world. I'm not sure how I'm going to find her but I know there'll be something to guide me through this mess when I open the history books in the palace. There has to be a reference, Sarah can't be the only irresponsible vampire in history. SARAH'S POV. The room looked very basic and I liked it. I guess t

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

Aurora snorted, which I took as a personal victory. By the time the sun began to set behind jagged mountain peaks, we were all suffering in our own way. Paimon’s coat looked less crisp. Aurora’s ankles actually touched the ground. As for me, I had evolved into something between a gremlin and a hiking disaster. "We’ll camp here," Paimon said, stepping into a clearing. I blinked at him. "Wait. We’re camping? Like... with tents? Do demons even camp?" He didn’t respond. Just waved a hand and conjured a black tent out of nothing. It popped up in a puff of infernal smoke like a hell-themed circus tent.

His instinct was telling him that Lucas the Demon was not as simple as he thought. "Lucas the Demon, you claim to not be a human, so are you saying that you're a zombie as well?" His comment shocked the other Great Whale and Tiger family members, as well as the members of the Sandy family. Nevertheless, Lucas' mouth curled into a smirk, and his face put on a faint smile. "I, Lucas York, am a demon!"

But there is another mystery that has left me absolutely horrified. “Which female will reproduce with a shadow monster?” I asked, horrified by my thoughts. I don’t even want to imagine it; shadow monsters are smelly, vile, and disgusting creatures. They have no special scent but they have this smiley type of smell when you move close and they are way bigger than any demon I have seen, so which female will do that? One shadow monster should weigh thousands of female demons combined with body weight. They have muscles and core strength. That is why there are male and female shadow monsters. I am troubled by my own thoughts.

He was flipping through the rolodex calmly. “I am not going to play games with you demon, speak!” Cash snarled at him. “You’re no fun, sadly. Alright. You are a part of my missing demon issue because it was one of your own that summoned it from one of the dirtiest of my pits. That’s Hell speak, not my literal pits. And of course, they had help, and that’s where Ayda’s lovely friend Reggie comes into play. So, let's do the connection! A werewolf was possessed by a demon, who belongs to me, who got help escaping Oblivion from a werewolf that belongs to you, which a witch, ha, helped make it all happen, which is, Ayda’s witch, and it’s Ayda whose life, or very being, is most at stake. Of course

I whispered in his ear, trying to distract myself. "Yeah," He sounded hoarse, and cleared his throat, "Wrath demons are closely connected to vampires. It's a unique ability that we have. The rest of the demons will have to jump or climb down and hope they don't break their legs." Finally, we landed, my feet finding solid ground. Relief washed over me as I took a step back, distancing myself from Samael instantly.

H drawled, whipping his fingers in liquid motions. “Of—of course, Prince Haien, ” the demon gulped hard before falling cleanly on the floor with its mutated scaly feet. Damn, no wonder the room smelled of ammonia. The low-class demon actually resides in a sewer-like river of Hell. “I can always give you the soul of this man.” H lazily closed his eyes and basked on the aroma of the fresh blood around him. “How about both? That would be better.” While lifting his hand higher, he opened his eyes and a rush of color changed the heterochromatic ones to a solid, glowing red.

"Find the source? Are you leaving to go wherever you were supposed to go? And why do you have to do it? Isn't it dangerous for you too?" Why does he sound so worried? He never acted like that before in my past life. "First of all, I can give you one full answer. I'm the only person who can go near the swamp." I start to explain and brush a strain of my hair back. "As you already know, I'm wolfless. That is because I have demon blood in me. A demon caused the miasma so, I can't get ineffective." His eyes grew wide, now understanding why Saye and Arlo are by my side.

Before anyone could react, the demons' eyes locked onto Esteria, their concern deepening. Without hesitation, El-Kharis stepped in front of her, pulling her protectively behind him. His eyes narrowed, and his tone was sharp as he demanded, "What brings you here?" The lead water demon, a figure with shimmering, almost translucent skin and eyes that looked like whirlpools, bowed respectfully before speaking. "My Lord, the Water Council has summoned you... and your mate," he said, his gaze flickering briefly to Esteria. The way he said "mate" made Esteria's cheeks flush, though she tried to hide it behind El-Kharis's broad frame.