What The Demon Under Your Bed Sees Novels & Stories

I asked softly, scared out of my mind now. "Oh yes, the monsters under your bed are real. The murderers on the streets are real. Hell is most certainly real, and so are demons," the voice purred and I was suddenly lifted up. I felt my bed under me in a few seconds as I was laid back. "Now... my sweet tortured Laurence~ Wouldn't you like to have a demon by your side?" "Well..." I mumbled. "Would you get me out of here?" I asked. I heard a dark laugh then.

He was not so surprised seeing more people upstairs with the same situation as the woman below. One man is leaning at the door of one room, he steadily points forward while he bites the nails on his other hand. Chris grimaced as he saw blood on the man's finger. He walked away faster and saw another man pointing to the last door in the 2nd floor while banging his head to the wall. Chris is sure that what he is seeing today would bring him nightmares, if he ever fell asleep after this. He quickly went towards the last room and entered without knocking. He saw the demon casually standing beside the bed and the man which he assumed is the one they are looking for. The man is simply sitting on t

The room was so dark! “Where Bahm?” “Right here!” The ground underneath the bed shakes, and I feel my body sinking into the bed. What’s going on? Have I lost my vision again? “Bahm I can’t see...where are you!” After what feels like I had sunk to the bottom of a cave, a distorted face comes closely to my vision. I blink quickly, adjusting my vision through the darkness and I make out eyes. When I blink again, staring back at me, was the face of a demon with yellow eyes!

Talia I'm questioning my sanity. Sleeping beside this demon would be weird, yet I see no other option unless I wish to freeze to death. I also get the strange sense he won't try anything against my will. His eyes are glowing, lit from within. It's a bit eerie, yet his expression isn't cruel or wicked. He watches me with a look of concern, not the skin-crawling interest of someone wishing to have sex with me. That makes me breathe a sigh of relief. The demon's chest is bare, and I wonder what touching him will be like. He doesn't seem bothered by the cold, and I slide under the fur he is holding up.

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

A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle. Ruben and Kat watched as a large arm came up out of the hole holding a massive axe. Followed by the face of a great horned demon, his skin a strange bluish grey colour. As it climbed the stairs with deliberate slowness, avoiding the blue flames, it came to stand before them as the floor was suddenly back up and the demon stepped back away from the flames to the centre of the circle. Kat looked at it with distaste. “That’s not Lord Basille.”

I worked at Kindness Hospital as a nurse for three years. [Greg indeed has a private lab at the hospital underground. [No one is allowed to enter. Only him and a few people who are closest to him can enter. [Besides, several beautiful young women entered and never came out again. [They claimed that they had been transferred to a different hospital or resigned. [However, when I was working a night shift, I saw them carrying a black body bag out.] My hands were trembling as I read it. Could the body bag indicate the sleeping beauty’s fate?

The demons scream, and the ground opens up. The underworld. They attempt to attack Chris, but the pull of the underworld is too strong; it sucks them in, and the floor closes up. Everything goes back to normal. The girls faint, and I think so do I.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

For a second, everything feels calm. But Demon is awake. And he’s watching me. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, body leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, the muscles in his back tense, his jaw clenched like biting down could stop the words from spilling out. His eyes—so dark, so alive—are locked on me with an impossible mix of desire, guilt, and something else… something I’m not sure I’m ready to hear. I say nothing. I just hold his gaze.