Chronicles Of The Demon Faction Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Her blindfold grew damp with tears. Kale’s lips hovered near her throat. His breath was hot, ragged. He parted his lips, fangs gleaming in the dark. The demon within him roared for blood. But just as his mouth touched her skin an invisible force surged between them. A jolt, violent and unearthly, struck through his body. His head snapped back with a gasp. He growled louder, but it was not the sound of hunger now it was confusion, disorientation. The frenzy paused. Something wasn’t right.

Chapter 1 Dawn Ellery's point of view The neon sign outside my window flickers with the persistence of a dying star, painting my skin in sickly green pulses that match the throbbing in my temples. Room 13 — because the universe isn't subtle with its omens. I press my fingertips against the lipstick-marked mirror, feeling the static electricity spark between glass and skin. Three days in Vegas, and all I have to show for it is this cigarette-stained coffin of a motel room and the terrifying knowledge that something inside me is very, very wrong.

"Those bastards..." "They really went too far this time." "My name is Xolvion. Xolvion Valous by the way. I am the youngest son of the demon lord of the Valous kingdom, and next in line to his throne." "Unlike my brothers and sisters, I didn't inherit any magical power or crazy strong abilities. Nope. I'm the bastard son of a lowly Succubus that my father fucked a couple of times. For some reason, unknown to me, my father chose me as his next heir to the throne, a hornless bastard, good for nothing."

Chapter 21 As the fated mates took their first step towards the unknown, a distant rumble echoed through the air. The ground beneath them trembled, sending shockwaves of uncertainty through their beings. A tempest brewed on the horizon, dark clouds swirling in a sinister dance. Their eyes widened in alarm as a figure emerged from the storm, a figure they had never anticipated. It was a being of ancient power and malevolence, a harbinger of chaos and despair. The realm gasped in collective disbelief, for the figure was none other than Malachi himself, risen from the depths of oblivion.

The Demon’s Pact Intro; Ivy had lived a life of quiet desperation, her heart aching for something more than the dull, predictable routine of her existence. One stormy night, feeling lost and yearning for the forbidden, she stumbles upon an ancient book that promises to unlock her deepest desires. When a reckless chant summons the demon Azrith from the shadows, Ivy is pulled into a dangerous pact she never anticipated.

Vraxlon said behind my back. A single demon could already do damage, hundreds of them and even more was even more catastrophic. I tried to think clearly, but there was a noise inside my head. All thoughts in conflict. I turned with pure hatred to Tennebris, blaming him for taming his demons with so much anger at humans, even though I knew that the cause of all that was myself. Having written the damn book. "You will climb with us to the earth," I ordered, entredentes. "And you'll kill each of your demons or I'll kill you.”

《They’ve been droning on about dirt for an hour. Him. Again. I pressed my lips together. “What are you?” I whispered under my breath, low enough no one could catch it. “Hallucination? Psychic trauma? Or did I finally faint and hit my head one too many times?” A chuckle slithered through my mind. 《Cute. But no. I’m a demon, little wolf. All powerful. Ancient before your kind ever learned to crawl.》 My chest tightened. “Wonderful. A squatters’ rights demon. Living rent-free in my head.”

This isn’t her. Now how am I going to get this demon out of them if I’m being surrounded by three demons? “HEY!” someone yells, and Katherine stops hitting me, and they all look back. I look to see who it is, and it’s Chris; he has a book in his hands. “I hate demons.” The demons leave me, and they’re going after Chris because they sense that he’s going to be banishing them.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

“Why?…because…Demon race consist of over thousand of factions…Demon kin, isn’t like anyone thought…they are not evil..they were just like any normal being..and…to know which factions a demon belong to is by looking at their faction mark on their Wrist…which means that mark is your birth history…” I activated her {Mark of Faction} with my [Ring Of Power]. showing my tighten fist, then suddenly a black marking appeared on her wrist, her wrist were burning and she was shocked by it and she was screaming in agony, but that wasn’t happened only to her but every single Demon in the mansion. All of them were writhing in agony, kneeling on the floor, the whole fiasco lasted for about 10 seconds, and