What The Demon Under Your Bed Sees Novels & Stories

She stood from the bed and started to pace the room, her blonde pigtails fanning out behind her. "Lately there's been weird demon-like activity around New York. Mortals going missing, bodies turning up days after, mangled and blood-stained. The mortal police think it's homicide, but we think it's not. It's definitely the work of a demon, presumably a Greater Demon, as far as our Sensors can tell. We also began to notice a weird but consistent demonic presence around a particular girl in New York" Cassie stopped to glance at Maddie, then continued pacing "We took your blood when you were asleep and tested it. You're not a full demon, Maddie. There's still a human aspect of you. What this mean

I glance at the shadow under the bed. It looks darker than usual. Deeper. Almost like something’s in it. My pussy clenches at the thought. My breath stutters. "Seriously," I whisper, eyes locked on the shadows. "If you’re real… come out and fuck me.” At first, nothing. Then the air shifts. It’s not loud, not dramatic. Just subtle pressure, like the room is flexing inward. A low creak shudders through the bed frame. Something moves beneath me.

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

If a normal person tries to swim in these waters, there’s no doubt in my mind that their skin will end up peeling and they will go blind. My vision adjusted to my surroundings, allowing me to see what I was dealing with. It appears like I am in some sort of underwater cave. Looking at the walls, I somehow feel relieved that I am underwater, because that prevented me from making rash decisions. Plastered throughout the walls are demon eggs. Each one is as large as an adult horse compressed into a sphere. There’s no telling what kind of demon is inside each one, but I don’t plan on lingering here to find out.

I repeated, savoring every word. We were in the basement of an exclusive club for underworld creatures, a place called Abyss hidden beneath a laundromat in Brooklyn. The walls were exposed brick, the lighting was purple, and the air smelled of sulfur and expensive liquor. At the surrounding tables, lesser demons, vampires, and other creatures drank and negotiated as if it were an ordinary bar. For them, it was. The incubus with yellow eyes — whose name I neither knew nor cared about — nodded vigorously.

He looked at me and said, ''Demon! Ban: Demon??..... Yes I am a demon indeed. And if you don't want the face of a demon to be the last thing you see before you die I suggest you cooperate and tell me where the passage to the basement is? ''Like hell we will let you pass that easy, Demon. Don't think we will give up without a fight.'' shouted the other Exorcists in the room. They were high ranking one but it seems like their boss is not here. He could be down there. I should hurry up too.

These lowly creatures were nothing compared to the monstrosity known as The Demon King. “Still..” He nodded and as the leeches grouped together, he created a tiny spark of hell fire that engulfed them. They would then be incinerated and cease to exist. “Is it done?” “Yes, you can open your eyes now. You complained of ghosts but I didn’t see a single one, these are called leeches. Leeches tend to suck on their host’s life force, leaving behind a lot of marks and bruises. Of course, many other creatures use human life force to sustain themselves, though they aren’t leeches.” He watched her as she first scrunched her nose in resistance then finally opened her eyes, looking around her room. She

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

I want to open my eyes, but this comfort is making me unable to. Just what is with this bed? "Did you like it human?" It's the demon king. What is he doing in my room? I should quickly get up, otherwise, he might get angry and kill me. "You can't right" I can hear him whispering that right at my ear. "This is a very special bed" His voice is ringing in my ears.

Even the two corpses were reeking of the smell coming from the demon. "Sir, it has not yet been determined what killed the couple. But according to your granddaughter, it is said to be a monster...but it is impossible that that is what happened. There is a psychiatrist who will look at your grandson to treat the trauma she suffered." He told Sicario and he confirmed his suspicion. He already knew that even though Alessia was human, she could see a demon that ordinary people couldn't see. Roselle doesn't, but she's not sure about that because she notices that sometimes she gets scared whenever there's a demon but she pretends not to see anything.