A Witch's Guide To Fake Dating A Demon Novels & Stories

" A ripple of amusment moved through the witches, their voices murmuring in sync. The High Priestess only smiled faintly. "You mistake this fo choice, demon," she said. "But the bond is not yours. It belongs to the Old Blood. It belongs to us." Aria flinched. Shadows yanked harder at her ankles, trying to drag her down. The circle pulsed with sigils carved into the earth--symbols that flared with sickly green light. Kael unged forward, but the circle caught him. His body slammed against invisible walls, flames scattering in bursts. He roared, claws sparking agathe unseen barrier.

Something inside of him whispered to him everyday that he was a demon. “I believe I am demon.” “Demons don’t believe they are demons, they know they are demons. It’s inside of you and it reminds you everyday of what you are.” This man just described what Lucian felt everyday. It meant only one thing, Lucian was indeed a demon. Then what about him being a witch? “These things that you killed…” Lucian began. “Yes, these hideous things were also demon. Different kind of demons.” He explained. Different kind? “And by the way, burning doesn’t work on demons, we are creatures of fire, and when you kill them you need to stab their spine. That’s the only way they die.”

Cobwebs hung from the low ceiling, and the air smelled musty, like wet earth after rain. They had found an ancient book in the attic, its leather cover cracked and yellow pages filled with strange symbols and spells. It talked about calling demons, and the one that caught their eye was a succubus—a demon woman who fed on men's lust and life force. The brothers thought they could bind her with the spell, make her serve them, and have some wild fun without getting hurt. They were wrong, but they didn't know that yet.

The imposter, no longer concealing her malevolent intentions, retaliated with dark magic, creating illusions that danced on the periphery of reality. Zavier and I, our wolf forms intertwined in a synchronized dance, circled the imposter, each movement a strategic attempt to dismantle the witch's illusions. The courtyard, once a stage for treachery, became a battleground where the authenticity of love clashed with the artifice of deception. "Dominico, snap out of it!" I urged, my voice cutting through the illusions like a beacon of reality. The imposter, sensing the unraveling of her charade, intensified her efforts to manipulate Dominico's emotions.

I whispered helplessly. “Ah, is that so?” He added another finger that pushed me to lock my arm on his neck, fearing losing my balance. “Why is that?” “You know why.” “I don’t. So, read again.” Hopeless and weak, that’s me. This intense lust and urge to become one with Noah would kill me sooner. I took several moments to savor the pleasure of Noah pumping his fingers inside and out before opening the next page. “Some people believe there is no such thing as a demon. What makes dark witches dangerous is their book of spells. The book of spells for dark witches contains a lot of harmful spells. It also stated witches wouldn’t be able to have access to the spell unless they made a sacrifice.”

So, I had to survive this… for Damon. Demetri threw me over his shoulder and jumped from my window, no one heard a thing, at least now I knew how they were getting inside the pack lands without us knowing, he had a witch with him all along. She was using spells to mask his scent, cover his tracks, make him virtually undetectable. Alpha Marcus was right, there was a witch at play here, except she didn’t want me for herself. It was Demetri, but why would she help him. We ran for what felt like hours, I kept drifting in and out of consciousness, when we arrived at what looked like an abandoned shack. We went inside, and went down to the basement, in the middle was a few cages all joined togethe

If you’re going to show up, now’s the time. “What are you?” the demon draws closer. “You smell human but you’re so much more.” “I’m a witch, dumbass,” I croak out. “You’re not much of a demon if you can’t tell that.” “Witches are humans at their core. Big weakness, if you ask me. But you…you’re something more and it’s like I was expecting a snack but got a whole dang meal!” His dark eyes drill into mine. “You might be what we need.”

“How would you know that?” “You told me... Didn’t you? Or maybe I heard somewhere, but it’s impossible! She must be faking it! Maybe she’s a witch! Maybe she planned this! Maybe she faked a bond with you!” She then palmed her face as her shoulders shook from her cries. “I know I’m saying impossible things. Because she’s not a witch, right? She’s a shifter like you, and there’s no way she can fake a bond…” I gulped as my hands clamped my temples. Althea. She’s a witch.

She cackles evilly as she slowly raises her head smirking as she stares at me—here comes the big part “What is your name, demon” “I am the first wife of Adam, the mother of demons, Lilith” ****** Raise your hand if you saw that coming. That’s the end of today’s confession. Sister Alexandra is so damn hot and now she got possessed by a demon who lives off on seducing men and Angels; this is not gonna be easy but let’s see how it goes Until next time. Goodbye for now

It purrs like a kitten. “Are you fucking crazy?” I whisper as I glance around guiltily. “Get out! I have already been in trouble once today.” She grabs his black playboy sunglasses from the console and puts them on as she pretends to drive and turn the wheel. “Oh, Amber, I want to fuck you so hard,” she mimics in a fake Australian accent. “Oh, Amber, I want to section you in a mental institution,” I hit back in a better Australian accent than hers.