Aemond X Daemon Novels & Stories

With no other option, the daemon ancestor revealed everything. The daemons were inherently aggressive and always sought to expand their territory beyond the Daemon Domain. Their goal was to conquer all domains. After taking over a domain, they would transform its inhabitants into dark immortals by infusing them with daemonic energy. If the transformed beings survived, they would become daemons. The universe contained countless domains. Although the Daemon Domain was often called a higher plane, Daemon Ancestor Forgotten Shore said there was no strict hierarchy of planes. Domains varied in richness. Larger, more prosperous ones were considered higher planes, while the Human Domains were viewe

"I'm listening." Kendrick launched into a detailed explanation of his plans, but Damon's mind began to wander. He was thinking about the potential profits, the ways he could manipulate Kendrick to get what he wanted. Just as Kendrick finished his pitch, Damon's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening. "Excuse me for a moment," he said, standing up. He stepped out of the room, his right-hand man, Marcus, waiting for him in the hallway. "What is it?" Damon asked, his voice low and even.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"I'm going to uninstall it." The Daemon let out a shriek that sounded like a thousand modems screaming in agony. It moved with a terrifying, frame-skipping speed—one moment it was thirty feet away, the next it was a blur of shadow and bone-blades hurtling toward the console. "Xander!" Xander didn't flinch. He was the ultimate Hardware. He met the creature head-on, his tactical blade clashing against the Daemon’s bone-sickle in a shower of white-hot sparks. The impact was deafening. Even with Xander’s Alpha strength, the sheer force of the blow cracked the ancient stone beneath his boots.

"My Uncle has invited me already! I have the letter right here!" Damon didn't even flinch. "I am the Alpha, my word is law. Your uncle reports to the Martial Lord, and he listens to his Alpha, and that is me. I'll make sure your invitation letter gets torn before the sun sets." I almost forgot who Alpha Damon truly was: the one in charge of the areas of land in Agolia, including my house, where he stopped by to visit me whenever he wanted to. Now, face to face with him, my heart was pounding while his words hit my eardrums with fear. "I know, but Damon…"