Demonharry Stories

Another story for my friend Alex. Agent Alex and her partner James need to recruit Jeff the killer to get rid of a bigger threat. Warning: violence

So I Was At Home With My Siblings Were At Home Some Of My Friends Came When Mom Said That Dinner Was Ready We Went To Eat After We Ate We Went To The Game Table Then My Brother Pullled Out The Ouija Board However We Didn't Know This Entire Neighbourhood was haunted as it was built over a military graveyard which means this highers the risk of extremely dangerous demons but we summoned something worse so we put all fingers on the plachette then we said are there any spirits in the room then it went to yes then we Said what is your name then it Went to Z-O-Z-O We summoned the most dangerous demon then we thought it was just one of us moving it then all of a sudden the ouija board spelled out W-A-T-C-H-O-U-T I-A-M C-O-M-I-N-G F-O-R Y-O-U "Watch out i am Coming for you" we got scared so we left and forgot to say goodbye in the night when we were sleeping we heard noises we looked at the closest and it opened and then appeared red eyes when we turned on the lights there was nothing there we never Played the ouija board again...

" 'What the hell.' She thought. That's exactly what life is about to become now that you met me, darling. " He was looking for someone new to call his own; considering the others were long, long gone. He found her. She was his darling.

Demon clawed at his clothes crying his eyes out and screamed, "Am I perfect now?!" Pure stared in complete shock before closing his eyes letting deep blue tears stream his face. "Child....you've always been perfect to me..." Warning: self harm, mentions of severe abuse, language

In which an angel and a demon are sent to Earth to bring balance to the seemingly awful world. *** I questioned it at first, whether your intentions were good or not. You seemed to hate me without even actually getting to know me, but I see now that your intentions have been good. I envy you, Charlotte." My heart skips a beat when he says my name. What an odd feeling, I think to myself. "How so?" I ask curiously. He flips his hand over to fidget with my fingers. "You're pure of heart. I want to be like you, but I just can't. I want to have pure intentions, but there's always something, you know? I'm always getting something out of something else and I always feel guilty. I don't have the privilege to bask in the glory of selfless acts. That is why I envy you, Charlotte."

Harry gets out into Azkaban from Dumbledore framing him of killing mugels And is in the same sell of belltrix Tomarry later on in the book pics not mine

"Hey, want some puto?" "I'm not gay." "Stop being homophobic and just eat it." My entry for the contest! :D This is Chingyonce's contest for her story! Go check her books out :) "The Styles Effect" and "Her Effect" *screams inside*

turn off the lamp before reading this..

The night Harry's parents were killed, something surprising happened. Dumbledore was not at all happy with it, either. Now, you may be wondering, what happened that was so surprising? Well, my dear reader, you'll just have to figure out.

Louis is an innocent angel. Harry is an evil demon. Harry has a secret that no one else knows, which causes him to make an unexpected decision. What will happen between the two?

Jeff's meeting my oc's.

Meg is a seventeen year old girl on her own, and she's fine with that, until she makes a deal with the devil. Between tarot cards, Ouija boards and phsycics, you'd think the gash would be wide enough for anything to fit through, but what? What could possibly follow her, scare her, and tease her this bad? ... PLEASE READ! :) Im not too good at descriptions but I PROMISE I put my heart and soul into these books. Yes, this is demonic, very creepy and eerie and you'll love it if you love the supernatural! Leave a comment and please enjoy!!!

Shade kills me cause I piss him off and is wracked with guilt ;-;

Another story in the little adventures of Demon and Pure. Demon acts more serious than usual and Pure is on a mission to make him act more happy, more fun, more childish.

Annabeth Johnson, 17 years old, silky hair, starry eyes, pale skin, and bright red cheeks; is pronounced dead as of October 1904. I am Annabeth Johnson and I am not dead. Someone please help me. HARRY STYLE AU SHORT STORY

What do I do? Of course, I do the only thing I could think of at the moment. I run. I run as fast as I can, and try to hide. There is no place to hide. I'm in the middle of nowhere, I don't know where I am. My car broke down not too long ago and I had to set off on foot. I must've gotten lost. I could hear the cackling laughter of whatever it was, that was following me. It seemed as if it was mimicking me, making fun of my distress. How could it know exactly where I had run? I dodge this tree and that, forcing my legs to run even though they felt as if they were about to give away. With my luck, they do, and I'm sent tumbling down with that thing towering over me, a large grin on its face.

All human souls are corrupted and dark, but her soul caught my attention. It was good and pure. The soul I had been looking for all this time. It has to be mine. It will be mine. © Copyright. 2014 @rippedskinnyjeans. All rights reserved.

Say his name three times And he will come

When your mother makes a deal with the devil himself to have you you are destined to be his for all eternal damnation.