Cultivating In Secret Beside A Demoness Novels & Stories

*************** DEVON I stared at the flowers in the garden with my mind in turmoil. I couldn't believe Kayden had been possessed by a demon all along. Now that I think about it, I feel sorry for him. The sight of the demon was an ugly one. Barza or whatever she was called had looked like a naked woman except... she was covered in some sort of oily black paint. Her red eyes were devoid of pupils and her hair was a bright red color. I shuddered at the thought of her being Theo's soulmate. I felt Theo's hands on my shoulders and I was snapped out of my thoughts. He slowly massaged my shoulders and I threw my head back, letting out a sigh. "You're so tense" he whispered and I closed my eyes. "P

" Gabriella asked herself. She couldn't stop herself from throwing quick glances at him every time. Later on, a girl dressed in a fiery red dress split above the knee stood beside him. The lady whispered something to him and walked away.Tony stood up a moment later and strolled towards the direction the lady had followed. Gabriella felt compelled to follow him. Tony led her to a deserted place at the back of the building. He abruptly turned towards her direction, hiding in a corner but her shoes were still visible. "Come out. I know you're there" Tony half yelled at her.

Sean whispered softly as he closed his eyes. Secretly, Hera’s eyes widened at Sean’s unexpected words. She hadn’t fallen asleep yet, still thinking about the baby she was carrying. But after hearing those words from Sean, she felt a wave of happiness. A sweet smile spread across her face. "You already have, Sean," Hera whispered softly, holding back her smile. ***

--- **In Lilith's Sanctuary** Lilith's private quarters were unlike any other place in the palace. The room was filled with ancient symbols and powerful wards, the air thick with a potent energy that hummed with the resonance of untold ages. It was here that the Mother of Demons conducted her most secret and sacred rituals, and it was here that Esteria's fate would be decided.

Faint traces of energy caught my attention and I could feel the glimmers of the Chariot's spiritual essence as it was fading into the distance. "That’s strange," I murmured. "It shouldn’t be able to move that quickly, I gave it more than enough damage." A frown crossed my face as I pondered. "I shouldn’t have underestimated those people. They are from the Celestial Demon Higher Cults." My voice was low but all my words were laced with bitterness. I brought my hands together to form a seal while tightening my eyes until the air around me became audible. Moments later, the earth beneath me began to stir. A single blade of grass shot up from the soil and twisted rapidly until it blossomed into

Winter in Cassel arrived with a biting wind, piercing the skin like shards of glass swept up by a storm. Snow fell silently, covering the city with a layer of white that seemed peaceful... yet beneath it, a war between two demons was raging, spreading across countries, families, and the future of a new generation. In Clarisse’s secret workroom, the scent of dark rose perfume mingled with thin tobacco smoke. She sat cross-legged, wrapped in a burgundy coat that hugged her body like frozen blood.

Months of habit carved in muscle memory. The room around us was dim—candlelight flickering against stone walls. A basement, maybe. Or a cellar. Somewhere underground and hidden. I could smell damp earth and old magic, the kind that had seeped into stone over years of spellwork. And across from us, beautiful and terrible and smiling that too-wide smile, stood Lyssa. "Augustine," the demon purred. "You've been avoiding me." She must have been what has been oozing that old magical musk.

“I am not your thing to study anymore. I’m not your breezee who floats above it all. I’m not some Nerezza ward.” He turned to face me slowly. Anticipating. “I am your mate,” I spat it out. Sharp edges breathed against his skin without a magic circle to keep them contained. “And I’m sick of staying quiet because neutrality is somehow going to keep us safe. It won’t keep me safe. It won’t keep you safe.” His Adam’s apple bobbed on a grunt. But I wasn’t done cutting yet. “She’s building something. Concrete foundations and rituals strong enough to contain whatever the hell she digs up. If you think Obscura Arcanum is strong enough to contain me…you’re lying to yourself.”

Beside him materialized an enigmatic creature, an entity whose form was predominantly an hour-glass-shaped shadow but intermittently glinted with a disquieting crimson—a woman’s hair, seemingly suspended and swaying in the air. This spectral presence reclined against Victor’s shoulder, her slender fingers delicately exploring the contours of his form with an unsettling intimacy. Finally, the demon to whom he was irrevocably bound emerged—a malevolent entity capable of infiltrating a seer's visions—the succubus Saoirse which only exists in the shadows.

This at least proves that I am just imagining her all around in the castle when she is in her Pack. I lied to her, risked her life yet she is concerned for my brother. She is selfless and I'm the most selfish person in the entire world. I kept the scroll in the drawer and left my room to get the books she had asked for.At least she doesn't hate me. I picked those books and my gaze settled on the cover, demonic possession.Speaking of which, I know that demons are called and don't leave unless their purpose is fulfilled but I thought Isis is powerful enough to get rid of it.