Ashen Demon Novels & Stories

Finding two more contrasting bloodlines would be impossible, and she carries both in her veins. "I don’t even know what to say," I murmur. She gives me a wry smile. "Oh, and my blood turned a demon human just after I was born." I blink. "I’m sorry, what?" "Yeah. His name’s Ash. He was a demon who thought my blood would make him more powerful. Instead it turned him human. Now he’s one of my best friends. In fact, this is his house. His and Tara’s. His wife. She’s a werewolf too, and they really have gone back to the pack for the time being."

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

"Then you must know that there are demons who carry out the suffering of the people who are doomed there, yes?" "Yes," "Well-" Cleon steadied himself on the seat. "One of this demons, is called Aszres." Leonidas stared at him. "It sounds familiar. I think she mentioned him but I was barely able to pay attention. Who is he?" "He is from Tartarus. He is called the demon of despair here," Cleon replied. "He is the type that feeds on every single negative emotion and thoughts that you have, making you think that everyone around you hates and wishes you dead while you neglect other necessary needs for yourself. You would be too deep in fear and hate to go close to anyone or take care of yourself

"What happened to you?" That was a damn good question. Now that I was getting a better look, I could see that he was more like a demon than a man. His gray eyes, which were usually so gentle, held the glow of bloodlust as he took in the scene ahead, and large black wings spread from his shoulder blades, stretching out around him to knock away anyone who may have gotten close. "Asher, please speak to me." Leah begged, taking a step forward. "Leah!" I hissed, just as a vicious smile spread across Asher’s lips. Lifting a hand, he let a ball of energy form on it as Leah continued to tentatively move. "LOOK OUT!"

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”

she spat under her breath, slamming the wheel with her palm. Her plan was simple , get to Damon’s mansion, question the maids, slip them money if needed. Someone would break, Someone always did. But just as she neared the familiar neighborhood, her eyes caught sight of a slim figure walking alone along the street. Long hair doll with beautiful hairpins youthful frame, the face illuminated briefly by a passing car’s headlights. Penelope, damon’s precious daughter. Anastasia’s lips curled into a slow, sinister smile. A thought as dark as it was tempting slithered into her mind.

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

,this time, it wasn't the brown hazel beauty she saw the first time as his pupil quickly bled over, his once white set of teeth now sharp canines as he bared them at her in a snarl, naked rage filling his now demon looking face. Beth who was taken by the sight before her only stared back at Asher's transformation in shock. Snapping out of her shock mood after a while, she opened her mouth to let out a scream but he quickly grab her by the neck with his claw-like fingers digging painfully into her neck. She began to struggle and kick against him, totally unable to breathe as panic rose up to her chest. It was still 8am in the morning and the street were just as crowded with people hurrying ab

Elise called, pushing through the crowd and into the back, where a group of demons hung out. Thayer walked closer to me, snatching my hand out of Asher’s and growling at the demons who looked me up and down. “Don’t fucking look them in the eye, Pretty Bird. Don’t trust any one of these fuckers.” A couple of moments later, a tall demon sidestepped around other rowdy guys. One half of his face was humanlike a green eye, pale skin, and shaggy brown hair. The other side of his face was stuck in a demonlike form a red eye, charred skin, and jagged teeth that couldn’t be covered by his lips.