Cat Demon Mythology Novels & Stories

' I arched my eyebrow. He looked intently into my eyes, checking if I would back out. He must have seen the determination written in my eyes before he heaved out a sigh. 'Dameta is the spirit goddess of the celestial realm, or must I say, she is one of the daughters of the Moon Goddess.' "What?!" I said out loud, not minding if Ismael was unconscious or not. "One of the daughters of the M—" Henry shut me up by covering my mouth. 'Shut up! I told you not to reveal it to anyone!' He glared at me.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

“The bears pray to the gods of the north, recognizing many gods. The wolves pray to the moon goddess and worship her gifts. Humans pray to their maker – Zeus. And us, we pray to Bastet – The first of the Lyoki and Queen of all were-cats. Who do you think Kolby prays to?” I’m stumped, wouldn’t he pray to Bastet, the same? “I, I assumed…” “He doesn’t even know what he is. You assumed wrong, princess. What god would deny a child a spirit animal? Whether he is a hybrid or not, not knowing who you are can be a huge burden. I have kept Kolby’s secret all these years, both your grandfather and I have made sure no one ever found out he was not a were-cat, or this kingdom would reject him in a heartb

One drop of my venom could poison an entire barrel of water. Actually, I'm quite catlike. Have you seen an angry cat? They strike their enemies with their tails...and so do I. Sometimes, I miss. Sometimes, I don't. Why not, really? I am a half-demon, am I not? An unholy creature? You bet! A crown assassin? Absolutely. Too bad for me, though, half-demons aren't fit to be kings. I fell into a trap; I served the crown so well that I ended up wearing it, and it doesn't want to let me go. How did it happen?

“The original four that gave a drop of blood to forge the stones were gods and goddesses. So far we have deduced it was most likely Bastet, the goddess of werecats. Morrigan herself, the witch and goddess of the forest. The great grandfather of the sky and…” “And?” Finn asked, closing in on his sister, trying to bully the answer from her. Of course, Hunji steps in front of her protectively and stares down Finn until he relaxes and takes a step back.

Bram murmured something I couldn’t quite catch to himself, but offered no suggestions. The witch’s equivalent to a lycan was a demon. Demons were the near immortals that spawned several paranormal species, similar to how lycans were responsible for all shifters. Similar to lycans, no one really knew their origin story, or who the first was. It was fun to compare and contrast the origin stories, though.

The memory returns slowly; Zephyr mentioning this to me and me telling him to come to me the next day, but Kai had left for Brooklyn, and I had to hold the fort. “Sulphur? Like the scent on that beast Caterina summoned?” Dimitri suddenly says. This is when Caterina steps forward. “What?” she asks incredulously, looking at Dimitri then me. “Now that you mention it,” I say, the frown on my face disappearing as I remember that massive dog-like beast we fought in the vampire’s lair. “Fuck, could that beast have been demonic? Like a Hellhound? Do they even fucking exist?!”

“Ah ha, ha, ha. Nothing. Just ignore me.” I saw his shifty eyes and the dry smile he showed right before claiming the seat. I ignored it since I had more pressing matters to discuss with him. “I’ll go straight to the point, Elijah. What do you know about the current beliefs of the mating process in our realm?” He angled his head to the side, looking like a puzzled puppy, and then, he answered, “It’s ah...created by the Moon Goddess, Selene. She’s a celestial spirit that guides werewolves and lycans of different gender into their destined partners.”

’ I ask him, settling into the couch to wait out Kenji’s Elders as they look over Jamari. ‘Yesss.’ My Demon replies. ‘My name isss Damballa. I have been portrayed asss a ssserpent God with the voodoo people.’ The way that he speaks makes so much more sense knowing that. ‘Long ago there wasss another Realm, a sssixth Realm, where the witchesss lived in peaccce.’ Another Realm?

He had just had to ask. Ruben’s gaze became confused again. “What about it?” “I know you’ve never had much to do with demons before, so you probably don’t know, but she doesn’t have the usual scent of a demon.” Ruben shook his head. “In what way?” “Demons can usually be recognised by their smoky scent, although some can mask it naturally, but Katarina has…” He didn’t know how to describe it. “…something else…it’s very alluring to vampires it seems…” He informed coyly.