Ashen Demon Novels & Stories

There is no escape. He opens the door and when I see he's shirtless, my breath catches. - You know, I don't know how you can have the name of an angel when you're a demon- he whispers dangerously, getting closer and closer to me until he cornered me against the wall. He puts his two arms on either side of my body, and he looks me straight in the eyes, intimidating and explosive, like a time bomb. - You have the name of a demon, Azael- My breathing accelerates at dizzying speed due to the proximity of our lips.

Her smugness irritates me. “Are you still thinking about murdering me?” “Not thinking, planning.” “I don’t think I’ll be sleeping with one eye open anytime soon. You, Miss Ashyver, will not be able to kill me, The Daemonium, Angel to The God of Hell.” “I’m not trying to kill The Daemonium,” she smiles, “I will, however, be killing Dargan Chernobog.”

Using his brute strength, he managed to break free, but he was weakened as he felt Jared's black magic seeping into his core. "We have to hurry," He told Leon who nodded in understanding, chanting a spell that drove the bats back. Asher used the opportunity to land a powerful kick on the devil, knocking it to the ground. Leon on the other hand, started chanting another spell that bound the demon, rendering it helpless. In the heart of the dark forest, out of the blue a portal to the underworld had opened, and a hoard of powerful demons had emerged. They both turned their gaze to Evelyn thinking she was the cause

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

That same sense of being on the edge of something irreversible. Thunder rolled again, louder this time. The lights above her buzzed, then dimmed for half a second. She looked up. Something was coming. She could feel it in her bones. She turned, sensing eyes on her. The silver-haired man watched Kael disappear down the corridor, then turned his gaze to Isla. His name was Thorne—a former Ashen sentry, now Kael’s most trusted advisor. His eyes, pale grey and sharp as flint, missed nothing.

To any supernatural tracker, I was a lighthouse in a world of shadows. "We need to mask your scent," Kael whispered, stopping by a stagnant pool of black water. "Your power is leaking, Asha. It smells like ozone and ancient moonlight. Every predator for fifty miles is turning their head toward us." "I can't pull it back," I admitted, my voice trembling. "It’s like a dam has broken, Kael. The more I try to suppress it, the more it burns." I looked at my reflection in the dark water. My eyes were no longer hazel; they were molten silver, swirling with a galaxy of stars that shouldn't exist.

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.

"Behind me. Now." "I may be injured," I retorted, forcing the tremor from my voice, "but I am not helpless." Before he could argue, they poured from the shadows. Four nightmare creatures of fluid darkness and sharpened bone—Shadoviels. And with them, a fifth. It was immense, towering over Cassius, its form a roiling mass of darkness that seemed to drink the light around it. The leader.

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

Just a crest, a sleek, stylized silver falcon. My thumb hovered over the screen, shaking violently. I pressed the contact. The line didn't even ring. It connected instantly. Through the tiny speaker, a deep, commanding voice broke through the silence, a voice dripping with raw authority, intense restraint, and a dark, dangerous power that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "Seraphina," Julian Sterling said softly. "Tell me you're ready to burn their empire to the ground.”