That Time I Got Drunk And Saved A Demon Novels & Stories

“You just have to keep drinking, mate. Once your right and pissed, it gets better.” I smile wryly, amazed by the demon’s easy banter. “So, what brings you around, boy?” I move closer as he takes another drink. “I just needed to clear my head.” He nods his head in understanding. “It has to be woman problems then. There’s nothing that makes a man run around more confused than a lovely bird.” I look at him, amazed by his insight, but do not relent. I mean, he’s a stranger and a demon. I’m not stupid.

I flail about, too disoriented to put up a united front, and end up with a mouthful of owl feathers. “What did you think would happen, pounding back all those drinks?” Samael says, his voice dry. He carries me out of the bar and further into the dusky hubbub of the streets. “You don't have a demon's temperament for alcohol, and you've never been able to hold your liquor.” “It's called drowning your sorrows, asshat. Alcohol is my crutch. The problem is you. Let me go.” “If I do, you'll fall again.”

Thanks to the bastard who shot her, the thick blood on her shoulder was a perfect appetizer for those monsters. “ That idiot bastard, if I were to be left alive tonight, I'll cut off your limbs and throw you to the crows!” This dawned to her a bitter smile, even if she were to escape from the demons she may be a food to the wild animals or even be left rotting corpses in this forest. At that moment her foot got caught in the vines and fell to the bushes, her strength all gone and with all strength looked back for the demons chasing after her. However, to her surprise, the demon sat and stopped chasing after her, as if something halted them, slowly the demon dispersed.

said to transport souls out of hell. My last lead was him. I was waiting for the demon to show up while sitting at the counter with my hands surrounding my glass of unopened whiskey. Diego was standing next to me, and I was grateful for his support as he promised to assist me in my efforts to get Dimitri. I found some solace in his company during my search. After waiting for him for over an hour, we were mixed together in the pub. Valak hesitated as soon as he entered the tavern, scanning the faces of everyone inside. He sensed us. Before beginning to flee, his dark eyes glared at me. I jumped out of my chair and yelled, “Fuck!” as Diego and I eagerly followed him through the dimly lit stre

What cost me to gain attraction for her was her talent in art. We spent time writing poetry and talking about healing. I swore, my heart that I thought burnt to ashes came alive. But that wasn't all Ava did, the demon caught our scent in the motel and ambushed us. Ava had the chance to escape, instead of leaving, she came back to save me. The bullets that ended the demon was from her gun. That wasn't all that happened, she saw my demon face, I had no other option than to erase her memory and let her go.

“I think we killed someone!” “You what?” Cameron looked at me as if I was sprouting three horns. “You ‘think’ you killed someone?” “Yes! I mean…I think!” I looked up into his face helplessly. “I have no idea what happened! Darcia ran over him with his car, but then the man just burst out into flames. They were blue!” This time, Cameron’s eyes widened in realization. “Blue flames? A demon?” “Yes.” I finally remembered the word. “That’s what Darcia told me too! That man was a demon! He tried to take me away but I crashed the car!”

Then, they both drank their liquors. Hal and Cal had just poisoned each other. Hal collapsed to the ground. He was dead. It was different for Cal. He was turning to a lycan. I stared in astonishment as he completed his transformation. A figure stepped out of the shadows. It was a...demon. "I saved your life, Cal. Thanks to my blood that now runs through your veins" Cal grinned. A sickening grin that made my fists curl. In a flash, he'd plunged his claws into the void that was the demon.

Okay,' I said. But it wasn't okay because I was standing in a kitchen with a demon who had freely admitted his kind ate human souls. Human souls like mine. I wrapped my arms tighter around my chest, wishing that I could somehow push myself through the brick to get away from him, even though that stupidly curious part of me couldn't help but open her big mouth. 'Why were you at the gig on New Year's Eve? And why have you been saving me ever since? Because this isn't what you do, is it? You don't save people like me. You kill us.'

he agreed as he watched me try a sip. Holy. Freaking. Yumsational. I had to smuggle some of this stuff home with me. I'd make a fortune. The sweet-faced old demon winked at me. "Now," he said, "tell me everything." I filled up on the delicious sweet/rich/golden/stunning taste of the drink while I spun out the story. My stomach full, I found myself drifting around the room as I talked, unable to keep still, wrapping up the tale as I stared out the window at the demon city. I caught my reflection faintly in the glass, one I recognized. It was her, me, my demon. I knew that face, those amber eyes, intimately.

Since when did I start attracting demons and spirits? It seemed as if the demon was appearing closer as each minute passed by and there was no one who would hear me if I screamed. Then my cola fell off. I looked at the ground floor to see if there was anyone's attention called by the cola, but to my shock, the cola was nowhere to be found and the demon started laughing out loud. There was nowhere I could go to and I had to run as fast as I could, but unfortunately I somersaulted out of the rooftop, but before I fell to my death, Stefan appeared and grabbed my hand.