A Demon Fate Novels & Stories

Wallowing in guilt and shame will only set me back, but the reason the demon got out of hell was because another, more powerful demon was on a death mission. Stop it, I tell myself. This is exactly the type of negativity a demon would want me to fall into. I take a breath and look into the demon’s eyes. “Auferte malum elementa invocabo. Dimittie eam mitte erranti est ultra modum.” Evander’s head flops back and he lets out a yell. Yanking against the restraints, he jerks his head forward and back over and over, until Tabatha drops the bowl.

The way Elise was glaring at Morgan el told her how much confused she is about the whole prophecy of a thing. "You're confused, aren't you." "Very confused." "Okay, I'll explain it again. The soul in Diana's body is…" "The demoness" she cuts in sharply. "I know that part already." "Fate made you return after so many years to take Diana's place in Derek's heart in order for the prophecy to prevail. Very soon, you will fall in love with Lucifer, and together, the two of you will produce an heir to the underworld. Lucifer will die during his demoness caos, but he will resurrect by the help of your son. Then, a new underworld will be born."

His angry eyes pierced into mine, I receded in discomfort when he clasped my neck. "Where do you think you're going to princess!?." He yells making everywhere shake. "Please, let me go." I beseeched in tears. "I'll destroy you the same way I killed your father, the king." His grip on my neck became tighter, his eyes glowed red as I began to cough out black blood. I was suffocating, my vision became blur, all I could see is darkness taking over me. "Your powers are weak just like your father...." He whispers.

“But my question still stands.” She brushed her foot across the sand, creating a small avalanche down the dune. “Where is my mother?” “That, my child, is unknown… for now. But believe me—if she were truly gone, we would know. Let that give you some comfort.” Charlene swallowed hard. “I have another question.” “Go ahead.” “Why are demons suddenly interested in the realm?” “A Fate has made them promises.” She froze. “What Fate?” “One named Torrock.” Charlene’s stomach turned. “Why would he do that?”

It took a second for me to realize my mistake and by now, the cat was already out of the bag. Putting on my best smile, I turned to face the man who was my foster father, Conner Von Feltsper. Although, we didn’t share a normal father-daughter bond, he was my father according to law. He was a thousand year old demon and grapy’s second eldest son. But more than a father, he was my teacher. He was the one who taught me how to fight, not just with weapons, but also with my bare hands and without the use of my strength. He had taught me politics and statecraft, but most of all, he had taught me that I couldn’t trust anyone, not even my own shadow; for everyone wanted something from the Demon King

Jett countered. Arthur shook his head. "No, Xavier has been obscene to die!" Jett's heart sank. "What?" "A forbidden romance between a lycan and a Demon brought a half-breed to the world. Furious about this betrayal, the goddess, who has a thing against demons was disappointed with her creation, and out of impulse, she cursed this half-breed to suffer the sins of his parents, caging his demon side, restraining the beast that craved blood. That restrained demon was meant to suck him dry from the inside till there was nothing left of him till the day that curse breaks, that side would be unleashed to the world and act on revenge, and mankind would be in danger. Either way, he is going to die"

“Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!” The demon growled deeper, baring his fangs, but I squeezed my arm, making it clear that he was about to get a sock in the jaw instead of fresh bodies, and he finally submitted. “I swear on the blood and power of my kin that this night, I shall not harm the one who has summoned me.” “And?” “And I shall not harm anyone except for those he orders me to.” “Until...” “Until I leave this world!” The demon was furious; red sparks appeared on his wolf fur, his skull gleaming with reflected moonlight. Had I forgotten that part of the oath, he would have found a way to use it against me. Demons are masters when it comes to such things.

“Yes, yes, and yes.” Ema scoffed knowingly while walking inside the apartment. “That man probably checks if you’re breathing every five minutes now.” Hazel smiled helplessly because… honestly? Accurate. Ema turned toward her immediately. “Wait.” A suspicious narrowing of eyes. “He left you alone?” Hazel sat down carefully on the couch. “He had meetings, Ema. He already postponed work for a month because of me.” “And?” Ema crossed her arms dramatically. “If my pregnant best friend almost fell into another dimension down the stairs, I’d never leave her side again.”

“Why is everyone so happy and willing to find their fated mates? Not too long ago, you were willing to run away from Darius because the mate bond could take either of your lives. You’re suddenly oblivious to the fact that a plague almost killed off the entire werewolf race. I never thought you’d be such a hopeless romantic, Dye.” “It seems like you’ve become bitter and cynical. It wasn’t long ago that you were encouraging me to accept my bond with Darius; that us finding each other and being the first fated mates in over twenty years must be a blessing from the Moon Goddess. Now, you’re the one cursing fate and running.” There’s the blunt and honest older sister I’ve been avoiding. I motion

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"