Demeter Danmachi Novels & Stories

“What?” my head is really killing me right now and I can’t process whatever this man is saying. “What’s your name?” I can sense the authority in his voice and I automatically replied. “Amelia Hope Robertson.” I am struggling to talk now. I am palpitating badly and sweating so hard. “I, Dimitri Sky Hemming, reject you, Amelia Hope Robertson as my mate.” What the f*** I don’t know why but I am furious hearing him said that. I know it doesn’t make sense to me but the word reject had my blood boil to its highest point.

Ever since he found out I was his mate, he taunted me mercilessly until I had no other choice but to reject him. Alpha Damien was a cold and reticent person. He never let other people close and those who dared to defy him were sent to an endless abyss full of hell. The first time I met him was during a hunt, I was out picking some fruits in the woods when I was sixteen. He had almost killed me thinking I was some forest animal. However, he knew nothing of me and questioned one of the guards who had accompanied him of my identity.

She watched as the woman named Vittoria approached her with a smile and turned back to the person she is talking to. “Cheri, meet Samantha,” she introduced softly. Sam turned to Vittoria, who is taller than her by a few inches and smiling at her warmly, speechless before turning back to the person she is being introduced to. She felt her heart tightening again. Now, I know why it’s just going to be mistress, she thought. Their eyes met and locked. Damian.

Granny Minama’s voice is soft, but there is a steely undercurrent to it, a reminder of the power she herself once wielded, as an initiated witch. Demika turns to face her, the storm in her eyes mirrored by the one brewing outside. “It’s happening again,” she says, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. “The power… I can’t control it.” Granny Minama’s expression remains impassive, though her eyes betray a flicker of concern. “Sit, child,” she says, gesturing to the mattress in the room. “We need to talk.” Demika obeys, her movements jerky and uncoordinated, as if her body is struggling to contain the energy that threatens to consume her. She sits, her hands gripping and sq

"I have some big news. I have finally found my mate," Ethan smiled to his best friend Ivan. "Really?" Ivan asked, surprised. "That's amazing! Who is she?" "I still don't know much about her, but I know she's a Lycan like me. Her name is Maya," Ethan explained. "That's great, Ethan," Ivan said. "What's she like?" "I'm not sure," Ethan admitted. "But I can tell you one thing, she was very shocked when I told her we were mates. I don't think she was expecting it."

Another sight caught his attention once more, a man with long black wavy hair was attacking another Nebuzar with a woman who moved so fast that he couldn’t even see her clearly. “High Chiefs?” he heard beside him and turned sharply to see Rasmus and Sean. “And High Howlers?” Rasmus asked and he turned to the newest team, wanting to reply to the man but he couldn’t in his wolf form. He watched them work tirelessly, all of them teaming up on a Nebuzar and after a long fight, it fell, its big body rumbling the ground. Everyone wanted to rejoice at that moment, it didn’t matter that it was just one out of so many of them but the fact that they can kill even one means that they can kill all of th

"Can't you startle me every time you come near?" Damaresh, the handsome, fair-skinned, thin-lipped young man, was exasperated by Athena's behavior. The middle-aged woman who looked at him sharply did not apologize but chuckled at Aresh's answer. She shook her head as her simple question was not answered by Aresh. "Damaresh... Damaresh... you've gone too far!" Athena still chuckles at her son's stare. "This figure in front of you is Mom! Not a ghost!" "I know," he replied. "But I'm not joking, Mom!"

Samson inhaled sharply and eyed him strangely. "I did it as a show of my love for him, unfortunately he destroyed that by doing what he did," he mumbled softly. I eyed them both in utter confusion. Samson saw and sighed. "When lower demon documents are destroyed the demon no longer exists and won't regenerate in hell, so Dane's gone forever now," he explained and I looked at Mortas sadly. "We need to lock Samson's documents up in a fireproof safe immediately," I mumble frantically. Mortas jumped out of bed and looked at us both.

"Stop pushing into my space; you're not mad." Luca stood behind him, hands crossed behind him, watching Derinems head, quietly staring until he began noticing discomfort from the elder Don... Derinem turned to Luca, his face set in a frown. "What is it now?" He turned back to the paper and said, "You know what? I don't care. Just get out." Luca didn't mince words: "Damon ha Trovato Maya." He saw Derinem's shoulders stiffen immediately he heard Maya's name. They stayed silent before he stood up, rubbed his face with his palms, and exhaled hard.