Demeter Danmachi Novels & Stories

After giving Jasmine a really deadly look, Damien stood up and walked past Jasmine, brushing his shoulder against hers violently. He didn't know how he felt about Ariel 's water breaking, but he was definitely angry. He started walking slowly and he went outside immediately. He mindlinked the head of the warriors to meet him immediately. Damien was feeling really betrayed and really angry. He went outside to meet Tobias.

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

Pain and hatred ate deep within her as she watched her father fight with Heartman; she didn't want what happened to her mother to repeat itself. Without warning, Mia's Mundara powers took over, engulfing her in a raging storm of energy. She moved with a grace and agility that surpassed her own understanding; her every motion was a blur of lightning-fast strikes. The men attacking her and Heartman faltered, their expressions morphing from confidence to confusion.

Mane smirked. “Indeed,” Dan laughed. “Now I won’t hold back,” the large Mystic Path Warrior grinned and held his hands together. A ferocious hammer blow came striking down, with Mane’s leg as its target. The blow was strong, and Mane could feel the wind biting at his leg. Although hammer blows were slower than the regular punch, Dan’s agility stats made the blow look as swift as a fleeting shadow, and his high strength stats were enough for Mane to remember not to take it head on. *Boom*

Seraphine. Cassian. Nova. Mira. Hale. Luca. Luca. The sight of him standing there still hurt. Not with the sharp agony of discovery anymore. Something duller. Heavier. A wound that refused to close. Damon forced his attention back to the screen. Because right now They had bigger problems. The monitor flickered. Static filled the room. Then the image stabilized. And there she was. Vale. Older than the photographs. Yet somehow more terrifying.

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.”

She took a deep breath and began to speak. "Grace, I have to tell you something," Olivia started. "Something that I've been keeping from you for a while now. And I'm afraid it's not going to be easy to believe." Grace looked up at her friend, noticing the worry etched on her face. "What is it, Liv?" she asked, her voice soft and concerned. Olivia took another deep breath and plunged ahead. "I... I summoned a demon, Grace. His name is Azazel, and he appeared in my room a few days ago."

''I didn't quite catch your name,'' ''Because I didn't quite give it to you yet,'' My lips curve up, smiling. ''I'm Alice,'' ''Damon,'' He takes a few steps closer towards me, shaking my hand. ''Damon. You do know that your name means demon in German?'' I furrow my brows as I try to remember reading a list of names back in high school because I've always been the type to look up for baby names and saving it for future purposes. ''It means subdue in Greek.'' ''So I've been told,'' He smirks.

“I was wrong. I’m sorry for everything I did. I will do anything you want—anything at all. I will change my ways. I’ll try to become good. Just please don’t kill me; I don’t want to die.” ‘She’s apologizing?!’ Layla blinked, staring at the woman bowing at her feet. ‘Oh, wow. I never expected her to actually apologise. Um… what am I going to do? Do I still kill her? She has killed a lot of people, but she’s apologising and saying she will chan—’ Demeter threw herself at her, a dagger in her hand and a crazy look on her face. “Die!” she cackled, swinging her weapon straight to her chest. Her eyes widened as Layla’s glaive sliced through her wrist and her hand and dagger dropped to the ground.

“Do you see this?” She raised a gnarled finger and ran it from my chest to the door. “No,” I said. She plucked an invisible string, making my heart twang. I clutched a hand over my chest. “What did you just do?” Demeter threw her head back and laughed. “I’m not just the goddess of the harvest, I also govern fertility.” “Well, there’s no chance of me being pregnant.” She tilted her head to the side, her eyes narrowing. “But there was some recent activity. The strings connecting you are taut with sexual tension.”