What The Demon Under Your Bed Sees Novels & Stories

Lucian rolled his eyes at the phone, then looked to Pebbles. “Yes, that is what we said, but Ahnu’shanti did some scouting when he got back. He said that he is rather sure that the Demon is under the museum.” Ryan filled Lucian in on where they thought the Demon was hiding out. “Wonderful.” Lucian rolled his eyes, signing off on the phone, letting Ryan know they were on their way in. Pebbles sat at the table with him to hear what he had been told. Lucian explained everything to her and saw the worry in her eyes.

' Xau saw his sister, halt near their parent's room, and it gave him an unpleasant feeling, so he came to just check on her, and had nothing to say. The night for ZouMi was the same, a little sleep along with those dream haunting her. In no less than three hours, ZouMi woke in a pool of her own sweat. ZouMi got up washed her face and look at the sky, all alone with no clouds just a big round moon reflecting its light. All alone just sitting still and shining high above the ground. CRACK!

Of course, demons have no worries; the return of the bloodsuckers wouldn’t affect them, but it might ruin the lives of my people. “What’s so funny?” I almost growl the question. Annoyance and irritation slowly cloud my judgement, and if this man weren’t the newfound father, I’d probably try to kick out his damn teeth. He’s testing my patience. “Lazarus, son,” he slaps his massive hand on my shoulder and shakes his head. “I never mentioned vampires, so you don’t have to freak out about them just yet. What I meant are the leeches we know in the underground, hell. The soul eaters, we call them leeches. They have a specific scent only demons can sense – it’s like sulphur or something close to it

Demonise POV: “ l love you… “ I woke up in bed with so much pain in my body. I felt like I was tortured the whole night. Speaking of, I turned my head on the other side of the bed and saw him. His half figure was hidden in the pillows but his other eyes are closed. He’s an innocent goddess whenever his sleeping, but a good-looking demon when awake. I traced my fingers on his face, I can feel that he’s exhausted. Tired of what we were doing yesterday night.

From below. I looked down, and my blood ran cold. The blanket that hung off the side of the bed lifted slightly. It did not move with the breeze. It lifted slowly as if held by fingers that were not visible. My feet felt glued to the ground. The blanket rose a bit higher. A pair of eyes appeared from under the bed. Glowing. Amber. Feral. My lungs refused to take in air. They were not wolf eyes. They were sharper, more focused, filled with a cruel kind of amusement.

A clear, powerful vision filled her mind. She saw him. Bent over the same grimoire they had just hidden. His face was twisted—part fear, part excitement. And behind him… Something dark. A shadow. Tall. Unnatural. Its eyes glowing with a terrifying light. Cheska’s breath caught. It was the demon. The same one from the book. The same one in the basement. The same one… outside the door. The vision felt so real that she gasped and stumbled backward, almost losing her balance.

The few that saw him go home with the girl started making false accusations That night when they were sleeping, the girl heard his voice inside the closet, she whispered his name but no one answered. She thought it was her imagination so she went back to bed. While she was sleeping, the closet slowly creaked open and the demon comes out. It first went to her father’s room, killed him and ate his heart. The daughter is still sleeping soundly in her room, it creeps up on her and rips her to shreds.

A shape rose from the bed across the room—wrong in its proportions, hunched and twitching, claws dragging across the sheets. Then came the scream. Luke’s scream—cut short. The thing lunged, dragging him off the bed in a violent blur of motion. Sheets tangled. The mattress flipped. A bedside lamp crashed to the floor. The demon had waited patiently, hidden beneath the mundane, behind the familiar. And now, it fed.

"Lords of the Underground Black Angel, Samael, Bringer of death, the venom of God Lady of the succubus, oh divine Lilith, The first wife of Adam, Lucifer's bride. Hear the Call! Give us access To the caves of the Underground, Let us look for one of your creation! A succubus demon named Nadir..." Almost simultaneously, their minds wandered to the Underworld, in search of Miguel's beloved. It was as if they put on the virtual reality goggles and entered the world of an RPG game with the plot set in Hell. Everything was so realistic you could really feel as if you had come down to the Underworld, even though they were still sitting in Miguel's living room. Each of them focused on not overlookin

The last thing I saw before blacking out was him licking the crimson off my head. My partial consciousness lifted my eyes a little, revealing a tanned silhouette of a girl at my feet. I let the pull take me, for I had no strength to pull myself together. All went black for the second time. Warm dampness touched my forehead. My eyes opened to a low wooden ceiling with a tiny fireplace at the center of the farthest wall. I looked at my feet and saw a girl wearing a red hood rocking herself with closed eyes. I pulled away from the red satin bed.