Demon Twisted Web Novels & Stories

He groaned. "I can hear your heart, little one. Does that excite you?" He can hear my heart! She had to clear her throat before she could answer. "It's the way you talk." One of his claws caressed her cheek. He leaned down close, those golden eyes gleaming, his face a shadow. Her breath caught. "I could lick you again, make you scream with pleasure. Would you like that?" ************************************** Purchased by the Demon King, Victoria O'Hare is thrown into the world of the immortal. Brutal and ruled by instinct, the Demon King comes to her in the dark, filling her world with pleasure and fear. Cursed and broken, King Sebastian struggles to control his inner demon. He now owns a sweet little beauty. One who calls to him in the darkness. One he could kill in an instant. Victoria struggles to show Sebastian there is more to him than his brutal nature. Despite his curse, Sebastian is tempted to accept all Victoria has to offer. When a desperate werewolf and an evil army threaten war, King Sebastian must accept what he is and protect the woman he loves...if his inner demon doesn't kill her first.

During the height of the plague, Elizabeth is known for touching the dying without fear and for surviving longer than anyone should. The village calls her witch. Death calls her interesting. Malachor is a demon bound to plague and passing souls, ancient and cruel, intrigued by a healer who refuses to beg. When Elizabeth is condemned, thrown into a plague pit, and left to die, she calls out, not to God, but to the darkness watching her. He answers. Bound to a demon of death, Elizabeth survives… and is slowly claimed. Desire becomes devotion. Mercy becomes sin. A dark historical fantasy romance of plague, power, and forbidden surrender where love corrupts, salvation fails, and Hell is the only vow kept. TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mature themes and content intended for adult audiences (18+) Reader discretion is advised. It includes moments of violence, coercion and domination themes, sexual content and dark erotic elements, emotional trauma and moral corruption, blasphemous themes involving demons, faith, and damnation

When Azaria is murdered by the man who owns her, she prays for a miracle—and wakes up a week earlier, bruised but alive. Desperate to change her fate, she seizes a chance to escape by entering a deadly Luna competition hosted by Alpha Malachi Atlas, a cold ruler who wants an heir, not a mate. But fate is not easily rewritten. Betrayed, imprisoned, and killed again, Azaria is resurrected by a horned demon who binds her soul in blood. Her second life is no longer her own—and her Mate turns out to be the very Alpha who never wanted her. Caught between a possessive tyrant, a cursed pregnancy, and a prophecy that could end the werewolf realm, Azaria must outwit kings, defy fate, and embrace a power she never knew she had.

Everyone calls Kaelen von Hohenheim a monster. The Empire’s youngest Duke, he is a bloodthirsty warlord. I am his step-sister, his prisoner, and his most prized possession. When my father sold me to a grotesque count, Kaelen crashed my wedding, slaughtering everyone. He didn’t save me out of kindness; he took me because he couldn’t bear another man touching what belonged to him. “Your tears belong only to me,” he whispered, lifting me into his arms. He locked me in his estate with cruel rules: no smiling at others, no revealing dresses, no dreaming of anyone but him. I hated him. I fought. I tried to escape. But every time he caught me, the punishment became more intimate. “Do you hate me, little bird?” he’d murmur in the dark, tracing my lips. “Then hate me. As long as you feel something, I don’t care if it’s fear or love.” My body betrayed me. I feared his violence yet craved his touch. We are bound by fake blood ties and real sins. He is my nightmare, my addiction. There is no escape from a cage built by obsession. ⚠️ Warning: No blood relation. Dark Romance. Possessive ML. Mature Content.

“Heidi, call me a monster. Call me a beast. Fuck, call me the Devil. It does not change the way I feel about you.” “How about the way ‘I’ feel about you?” I whisper. “This hatred—built from love, passion… trust.” Hunter gently takes my hand and interlocks it with his before placing both on his chest. He then leans down to bump his forehead on mine, making me close my eyes and sigh as it drives in me sensations that cause me to crumble. “I love you, Heidi…” he whispers—doesn’t do good for my eyes bleeding more tears. “…and I will let the world burn for you.” ~ H E I D I I’ve lived twenty-two years but never seen a man like Hunter. He has killed everyone I know and is bound to do more, which is why I’m determined to stop him, if only I wouldn’t have to deal with these emotions—old feelings clashing with new ones; love and hate—that make me want to squash his heart one moment, then piece it up the next. But I know I can’t hang between these feelings forever. I have to choose, and quickly. H U N T E R I am told she is dangerous, a being forbidden from existence. Yet, I find myself protecting her. I shouldn’t, but I do. Then I realize she isn’t the threat. Where danger lies is with my feelings—ones that I must not have, that will be my downfall. To be that creature feared by all, I need to be the man with nothing to lose. But now I have so much to lose. Even nature has fated our Love to be doomed and will see to its vow that one of us is destroyed.

Crescent Moon and her mother never settled in a pack. They moved from one pack to another every time her mother noticed people lurking nearby, earning them the name ‘The Rogues.’ Crescent harbored hatred towards her mother for forcing her to disguise as a boy since she was three years old and the constant moving never allowed her to have a life of her own, unlike other she-wolves. As usual, after three months, they were on the run but ended up in the den of their enemies. Her mother was killed, leaving behind a notebook containing words written in a foreign language, while Crescent was forced to flee into the Storm Bringer Pack, posing as a slave brought from another pack. However, she never expected to be chosen by the ruthless Lycan Prince, Anton Storm Bringer, heir to the Lycan throne, as his servant. Crescent was chosen to serve the cursed Lycan Prince, whom everyone feared and prayed to the Moon goddess never to cross paths with. But what happens when the cursed Lycan Prince discovers that his mate, whom he was cursed never to have, is actually his pretty male servant with a sharp mouth and bratty attitude?

Luxian Maxwell’s life was already spiraling—a terminal diagnosis, haunting dreams, and a sense that something about him just didn’t add up. Then came Damien. Cold, powerful, and unsettlingly familiar, Damien claims Luxian is the reincarnation of a girl who once betrayed him. But the more Luxian tries to escape, the deeper he falls into a web of forgotten lives, supernatural forces, and a past that refuses to stay buried. Why does no one remember Mr. Wilson’s death? Why does Damien’s touch feel like a memory? And why is Luxian changing? As his dreams blur into reality and deadly truths surface, Luxian must confront the terrifying possibility: He’s not just being punished for someone else’s sins. He might be the key to unleashing something far worse.

Seventeen-year-old Seraphina Knights has been running from her dreams for as long as she can remember—dreams of fire, glass, and a winged stranger who calls her by name. Every time she wakes, a glowing mark burns into her skin… and no one can explain why. Duskmoor Academy was supposed to be her fresh start—a place for students with “unusual sensitivities.” But from the moment she meets Lucan Vale, the quiet, unreadable Literature Assistant, Seraphina’s dreams only get worse. Or more real. Lucan knows exactly who she is. He’s been finding her in every lifetime. And losing her. Seraphina’s past lives are catching up to her—and so is a curse that’s been hunting them both. If she remembers too much, she dies. If she turns away from him, the cycle continues. But this time… she remembers just enough to fight back.

I am Alpha Kreygan's mate, but he's into my sister. I love him, him as an Alpha or just a commoner, but then he chose to believes my sister's lie. Is rejecting him worsen the pain he caused? Or the new beginning for me in Alpha Daemon's pack?

“Choose. The white one—and I take you, and everyone lives. You can keep your little human charade,” he said, his voice low as his fingers pressed deeper, stealing the breath from my lungs. I bit back a moan. “Or refuse… and there’s the black one—for your fiancé’s funeral. I’ll take you in that dress.” A pause. “But either way… I will take you.” —- Mira, recently engaged, returns to her hometown to care for her mother after her stepfather’s accident leaves him without his memory. But the awakened man is not who she remembers. Though the face is the same, everything else has changed. The way his eyes linger too long… the way his words sometimes feel a century old… even his ever-stoic expression carries something darker beneath it. The smiling, easygoing man is gone. What Mira cannot ignore are his looks that follow her, or the touches that begin as accidental—but never feel that way. She knows she should keep her distance. He is her stepfather. She is engaged. This is wrong. But the pull between them is impossible to resist. Her nights are no longer hers. His gaze always finds her. And when he touches her, it doesn’t feel like desire— It feels like possession. Until the truth comes out… and with it, a choice she cannot escape. Warning — Dubious consent

What would you do if you and your friends found yourselves trapped in a haunted mansion filled with sinister supernatural creatures? Five friends, including a couple, decide to celebrate their twentieth birthdays with an unusual adventure. But the moment they step inside a mysterious mansion, their celebration takes a terrifying turn. The doors lock behind them, their strange hosts reveal their true nature, and the group realizes they have stumbled into a nightmare far beyond anything they could have imagined. As the mansion's dark secrets begin to unravel, the friends must confront their deepest fears, navigate dangerous encounters, and find a way to escape before the night claims them all. But the mansion has its own rules, and every secret comes at a price. Will they make it out together, or will the mysteries lurking within these haunted walls change them forever? If you love supernatural mysteries, haunted houses, dark fantasy, and unsettling twists, prepare yourself for a story that will keep you guessing until the very end. Read with the lights on—and perhaps keep a comforting teddy bear nearby. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Siron, a naive and humorous 20-year-old, lived with an ancestral curse he had never believed in. Thousands of years ago, Morat, a male shifter betrayed and murdered by the kingdom, cursed the entire line of the royal family’s men. Now, in the modern era, Siron was the last heir to that curse. His parents constantly pushed him to attend the temple for protective rituals, but Siron always evaded them, dismissing the curse as just an old story. But everything changed when Morat began to manifest, first as a faint shadow, then as a horrifying figure haunting Siron’s apartment. When Siron accidentally performed an ancient blood ritual that appeared in his dreams, Morat’s form transformed into a handsome man… but only temporarily. Terror, sensuality, and manipulation slowly began to engulf Siron’s life. Amidst a mix of fear and pleasure, Siron started to become addicted to Morat’s presence, even as he tried to find a way to break the curse that entangled his life.

“Stay the hell away from me!” I held the blade tightly in my hand ,daring him to come closer . He only smirked ,dark obsidian demon eyes watching me “or else ?” he asked amused as if this was nothing but an interesting game to him. I would not let him mark me,never! I would not die as his human slave. Not after his kind wiped out my people,my family. He took a step closer and I moved back . Before I could even breath the beast was right in front of me.I widened my eyes as I felt my blade pierce right through his skin-into his abdomen. What had I done? I had never killed anyone before in my entire life! Let alone the Lycan king … “Oh you shouldn’t have done that,little mate”I felt his warm breath as he whispered into my ears. I quickly tried to step back but his large hand wrapped around my throat. I screamed loudly as his razor sharp teeth sunk into my skin and everything else turned into darkness. ____________________________ They call themselves 'werewolves' ,half man and half beast the most vicious monsters on this planet . Some say they were The First Fallen creatures to exist before humans and now they are back to take back their world. Some humans even worship them as Gods and unfortunately for Elizabeth their leader is her mate- half beast half Vampyre. A beast that wiped out her entire Kingdom.

Princess Zayla was the price of a debt her father couldn’t repay. The man he owed wasn’t ordinary. Lord Asher, cold, cruel, feared in every kingdom, didn’t want gold or lands. He wanted her. And so she was sent into the arms of the man everyone whispered about in fear. Could she survive him? Could she soften the ice around his heart, or was she nothing more than a pawn?

Noah, a broke, exhausted twenty two year old just trying to survive another bad year, who accidentally binds himself to Kael, a five hundred year old demon with too much attitude and not enough patience for the modern world. What begins as a desperate act quickly turns into an uneasy partnership, forcing Noah to navigate a hidden supernatural underbelly while juggling family obligations, poverty, and a demon who treats chaos like a hobby. As Kael adjusts to buses, phones, and indoor plumbing, it becomes clear he isn’t the monster Noah expected. Bound by rules neither fully understands, their pact draws attention from forces far older and far more dangerous than either of them. With power that always comes at a cost and a past that refuses to stay buried, Noah must decide how much of himself he’s willing to lose to survive and whether some bargains were never meant to be broken.

The Rowan estate has stood for centuries, its walls bearing witness to generations of triumph, tragedy, and a quiet, inescapable weight. Known for influence and misfortune, the Rowans guard a secret: the house is a memory vessel, absorbing the emotions and events of its inhabitants. Only one child per generation—“the one who carries it”—feels its imprint. For Jace Rowan, that child is him. Haunted by flashes of his brother Elias’s mysterious death in the sealed west wing, Jace lives with hallucination-like memories, déjà vu, and a physical sensitivity to the house’s presence. When Ava arrives at the estate, the house takes notice. Her father’s disappearance connects her unknowingly to the Rowans, and her grief fuels an emotional resonance the house cannot ignore. Objects from her past—her father’s watch, sketches of the west wing, and a brass key—materialize mysteriously before her, drawing Ava deeper into the estate’s labyrinth of memory. Jace knows the danger: the west wing reacts to emotion, and Ava’s connection could awaken truths meant to remain buried. As tension mounts, Ava and Jace confront both the house’s power and their own growing fears. The west wing does not seek to harm but to claim understanding—feeding on memory, fear, and revelation. In the shadows, a presence lingers, one that Jace fears is connected to Ava’s father. Bound by fear, curiosity, and an unspoken attraction, Ava and Jace must navigate a house that remembers, reacts, and judges, uncovering secrets about Elias’s death, Ava’s father, and the legacy of the Rowan family itself. In a world where emotion is power and the past is never truly gone, the house holds its breath—and waits to see who will survive its memory.