Cat Demon Mythology Novels & Stories

“Interesting….and he’s a half-breed? I heard your mom say he has some unique DNA.” “Demonic…..Father purebred demonic, Mother Luna of the Dii pack. He’s native, Apache, I think.” “Wow.” Toy sits up a little straighter and stuff, and gawps at me like she can’t quite get her head around it. “If Domi and Remi weren't quarter Angelics, I would doubt the existence of them and Demonics. I thought they were a myth. Or at least obsolete. What’s that like?”

I hated feeling dumb. “Alright, I will start from the beginning,” she said, and I nodded. As werewolves and Lycans, we believe in the Moon Goddess; she is our Goddess, creator, and guide. She gave us our mates, our perfect partners. A mate is said to be the same soul residing in two bodies.” She said, and I nodded.

My mouth dropped instantly and information which this Damien had gathered from the day he was born merged with my brain and the stories of our origins became known to me. Demons were known to be masters of witches. All witches got their powers from demons, a blessing for their eternal alliance. They owned the lands and they had been ruling alongside witches until the Moon goddess decided to create us werewolves. This angered the demons and they made it their life's mission to consume all werewolves that they crossed paths with. So the goddess divided the lands. Such that witches and demons stayed on their territory while werewolves stayed on theirs. If any werewolf were to cross over, then t

Richard and Carlos chuckled; we are the only ones here. “What’s funny?” I asked. “You’re funny, Valeria; are you forgetting your mate is one?” Carlos asked. I rolled my eyes at him. “This Dmitri is a full-born Lycan, isn’t he?” I asked. “He is,” he replied. I nod my head. “Moon goddess created him a Lycan, but Damien is born a wolf, but has the power of a Lycan. There are different things,” I said. He nods his head.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

The three of us turned to her. "I also heard that the future Moon Goddess is the daughter of the current Moon Goddess and His Majesty’s stepfather," she added. Really? "I mean, everyone knows that, right?" she said, laughing nervously. No, I didn’t. "I’ve never heard about it before. So, the future Moon Goddess visiting the Lycan Realm is Vincent’s daughter?" I clarified. Jiya nodded. Oh, so Vincent gave up immortality to marry Charlotte. He must love her deeply.

(A hellhound is a type of demon or hybrid beast that’s a werewolf lycanthrope and demon fueled by pure black magic ,evil and darkness ) The hellhound alpha is known to be ruthless ,savage and as cold as ice. He rules over werewolves, vampires, witches, and demons, who all thrive on war , terror, and bloodshed . Mythology claims hellhounds to be agents of death , savage dogs who drag people into the underworld… Well, that is all well and true, but in the case of Asmodeus Hayes no one quite knows for sure what his story is. Many stories are told of his might , terror, power and evil as well as many different folk laws surrounding his existence but no one knows for sure what interpretation of t

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

"It'll make sense. Let me tell you something." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "Selene is the Moon Goddess. The same Moon Goddess the entire wolf population worships. Back in the old days, she was treated like a real god. Well, she is." Catherine shrugged. "She's the creator of all wolves." She looked at the baby again. "But you see, not everyone is exactly what they look like. Not everything is exactly black and white. There's always a grey area." "What does that have to do with—"

“Wouldn’t someone have seen it? Especially since his Aunt was Caterina - the literal Moon Goddess?” Rebecca sits back and crosses her arms. “Caterina might be a Moon Goddess, but her rank doesn’t extend to my part of the world. There are certain things different Gods are not privy to, such as no one knowing who the Lycan God is - not even the Lycans.” “Oh,” I say, still confused but letting her continue.