Danmachi Demeter Novels & Stories

“I really don’t have time for this, Idamus.” “You know quite well our stance on demons roaming this realm, your Highness.” Idamus replied with an obvious emphasis on the ‘Highness’. Ruben frowned at Idamus keeping things so formal after his clear attempt to drop the formality by calling the Grand Master only by his name. “That demon is now my claimed mate, Idamus…speak carefully.” Ruben’s tone matched his quickly descending mood. Idamus looked surprised as his eyes widened and he looked around at his attendants and fellow warlocks as Aiden re-entered the room with coffee on a tray for the Grand Master. One of the attendants came forward and whispered with Idamus for a moment.

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

their current Lamia, Bronx, asked. “First off, we need to all learn how to fight Demacores. They’re a brutal species. They have a hidden set of razor-sharp teeth that can descend with the bite force equal to a Nile Crocodile. They have two forms. About as tall as Cai,” Aunt Ziyah said, having Caiathus stand up. “They have wings that can be used as weapons but are flightless. Not sure what Loki was smoking when he thought up that design. The second form doesn’t have wings but does have enhanced muscles. Their neck is elongated with scales covering it, but its underbelly is a soft spot. They prefer the first form because it moves a lot quicker.”

Jasper swallowed nervously, “So what should we advise Alpha Levi now...” “Someone as arrogant as anyone can’t advise him.” Demetrius sighed, “If Alpha Levi pays less attention to ancient matters and is less addicted to victory, that’s already good.” He placed his hand on the bronze mirror, the ordinary-looking bronze mirror suddenly emitting a strange wave. Demetrius’s hand slowly inserted into it, as if touching something. His face suddenly showed a bit of pain.

"The truth about your perfect little father, Demeter Corry, Is it true that he was not, in fact, perfect? He messed with forces he wasn't supposed to, and that's why I was hired to kill him." I could make out the anguish and resistance in Demeter's eyes. "That's right. Diego Corry dabbled with dark magic, and it got him killed." I replied. Demeter's eyes became teary. He was aware on some level that I was correct. He attempted to charge at me, but I was able to throw him against the wall. "You, Corrys, never seem to give up, do you?" I laughed as I stamped on his leg, breaking his bones.

I guess it's called avoidance, though there isn't enough alcohol in the world to avoid my demons. Dmitri must realize I'm about to pass out and even through the fuzzy haze I hear his low growling words, "I will eventually release you, but first, dragon, we shall have a short discussion." He eases up the pressure just a bit, which allows me to breathe. I suck in air when what I really want is for him to tighten those deadly fingers and take all the oxygen from my worthless life. But no, he is so fucking noble. His amber eyes assess me and I can see the contempt written clearly in their depths. Before he begins the discussion, I know my welcome at the club is at an end.

she demanded. Lucas circled her slowly, savoring the dominance he held over her. "Oh, Ilonka, my dear," he taunted, relishing in the power he wielded. "Consider yourself a mere pawn in the game we're playing. Your capture serves as a message to Ethan, a reminder that his precious pack is not invincible."

She got burnt suddenly so, I immediately walk towards her and held her hand that was burnt but she pushed me so I sat on the floor. “What have you done!! What did you do to her huh?!!” Tito Rommel shouted angrily. “I didn’t do anything to her Tito-- “ My hand was shaking with fear because of his shout. “Liar!!” “Rommel, just bring Carmi to your room. I’ll take care of this.” “I said when you went to your room, didn’t I?!” “I was thirsty mom, so I went out of the room--“

I should probably talk to Demetri. Damien gritted his teeth and bowed his head. “My apologies your highness.” Damien apoloized and my jaw dropped in shock. He apologized– Damien fucking apologized? I was shocked to the bones that he did that. My goodness. I faced Demetri and saw a smirk on his face. “It’s good you know your place. Damien.” He said and then left his hand. “Do not touch her ever again because she is–” he faced me and gritted his teeth as he said, “Mine.”

That the debt comes due. Damitri's face twisted, realization dawning like a blade to the gut. His grip tightened on the sword hilt until his knuckles whitened, the runes flaring brighter, casting eerie red light across his features. No words escaped him—just a low, guttural snarl that vibrated through the air. The battlefield faded at the edges for Elian, the demons' howls muffling as Damitri's form blurred. With a surge of power that rippled the air like heat haze, he vanished—gone in a swirl of dark mist, leaving the messenger to bellow orders to the faltering line. The vision darkened; more warriors fell in the wake, screams swallowed by the horde, the crest of Moonveil trampled into the