Novels by Demiurgos

The air in the room now felt heavy, vibrating with tension. Anna gasped sharply, both hands flying to her mouth as if to catch the words before they could settle into her bones, as the cold realization washed over her like ice water."You don't mean to say..."Seraphina did not blink. Her gaze was fixed on a point just past Anna’s shoulder, seeing things that had not yet come to pass. When she finally spoke, her voice was resonating, deep and haunting, like the tolling of a funeral bell in a distant valley."Deimon would kill the child you’ll bear," Seraphina uttered. "He will look upon your miracle and see only a curse. He believes it is the offspring of another wolf—a rogue who dared to sow a seed in his garden, a thief who insulted his royal blood. He will not hesitate, Anna, he will rip apart the child, and the mother... the mother will not be spared the edge of his rage either. Your fate would be far worse than the child’s, Anna. You would live to remember the sound of the end."

Anna peered from the top of the stairs. Her feet froze, her heart hammering so loud she could feel it in her own ears.Who is this guest? she wondered. Someone was down there, someone stubborn, hellbent on seeing her and would not take "no" for an answer. Her mind drifted back — back to Silverwood, back to the cold stone walls of the Ashworth estate. Her pulse quickened.Janette glided smoothly down the stairs ahead of her, then paused and looked back with a raised brow."You coming or what, pumpkin? The day doesn't wait — come on!" She waved her hand impatiently.Anna took a long breath. She pulled her shoulders back and straightened her spine. She marched down the stairs, telling herself that it did not matter who was waiting.What will be, will be. She reached the family sitting room and let her eyes fall upon the sofa. A figure sat there, looking peaceful, almost too calm. The stranger was sipping from a cup of steaming cocoa. The vapors rose in thick, aromatic clouds, smelling o

"Ahhhhh."The groan tore itself out of Anna before she was fully awake. She pushed herself upright, pressed one hand to her head, and sat there blinking at nothing in particular while the world reassembled itself around her. A dull, rhythmic thumping pulsed behind her eyes."Feels like a blacksmith mistook my head for an anvil," she muttered."That must be a very wise blacksmith, I'd say." a calm voice drifted from the corner.Anna's eyes snapped open. The sudden light made her wince, but the figure sitting at the foot of her bed stopped her heart for a different reason."Janette?" Anna whispered, her memory a blurred mess of hospital white and screaming monitors. The room was not the hospital ward, that much she knew. This wasn't her room or Isabeau’s either. She was in an apartment that felt like a hidden sanctuary. The space around her was something else entirely, something older. The walls were stone and dark timber, draped in fabric the color of deep water, and the furniture was

The ultrasound room was now a tomb of cold air and shattered glass, the shards reflecting the dying flicker of Janette’s magic.Janette's hands trembled violently, the golden light of the redemption wavelength flickering like a candle at the mercy of a storm. Anna lay convulsing on the examination table, her skin pale white, her lips slightly parted as though trying to scream but finding no sound. Beneath her flesh, the black smoke twisted and writhed — a living darkness that had no business being inside a pregnant woman."I can't hold it!" Janette hissed through clenched teeth, her glowing eyes darting to the door. "It's too strong, Anna. It's not just the baby — it's something else. Something that—"She never finished the sentence.The heavy reinforced door to the private wing didn't just open. It was thrown — slamming inward with a force like been struck by a sledgehammer that rattled the walls and sent a gust of supernatural wind sweeping through the corridor. The blast snuffed ou

Anna stepped through the sliding glass doors of the private wing, her hand pressed firmly against her belly. Beneath her palm, the dark pulse was no longer throbbing—it was rippling. It felt like a heavy stone had been hurled into the center of a deep, black lake, sending waves of cold energy through her veins.Janette held Anna’s arm with an iron grip. Her usual bubbly persona had vanished, replaced by a sharp, predatory intensity."Isabeau," Janette commanded, her eyes scanning the hallway. "Get the medical staff. I want a private room, now. Fetch Dr. Donovan immediately. No questions, no paperwork at the front desk, move!""Understood," Isabeau replied. Her usual grace shifted into something cold and efficient. She strode toward the reception desk, her mere presence radiating a command that made the hospital staff jump into frantic action.Anna felt the floor tilt. "Janette... the pain. It’s not just a kick. It feels like... like something inside is trying to reach out."Janette di

"JB!" Janette's screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice bouncing off the high, expensive ceilings of the hallway, sharp and utterly shameless, the kind of scream that rattled picture frames and startled sleeping cats twenty yards away.Jebediah didn't even flinch. "I did not see your moon-ring. Go throw your weight around somewhere else, for the love of —""Damnit, JB!" Janette cried out.Anna pressed a hand over her mouth to hide a giggle. The back-and-forth between the siblings was like a tennis match of insults.Janette appeared in the doorway a second later, slightly breathless, her eyes bright with the particular energy of someone who had convinced herself she was the victim of a conspiracy. She took one look at Anna and her entire face shifted, warm and delighted, like the sun deciding to come out from behind a cloud. "Oh, hey there, sweetie." She tilted her head, looking Anna over with open admiration. "You are absolutely glowing this fine morning. Honestly, you're so al