Demeter Danmachi Novels & Stories

Stab the body and it heals but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime. MINEKO IWASAKI RHEMA "Hey", a feline voice said after I had just bagged the last note I got from Ms. Adrenaline. "Hello", I say in shock when her smooth brown face was in front of mine. I pull the arm of my bag and smile at her. "Umm.. So Sarima tells me you're considering going back to theatre".

- Damien Ada politely waited while the two men were obviously mind-linking. She allowed herself one more glance at her moon-chosen mate, wondering how much longer the concoction would work. The witch was a half-insane woman with no straight facts in her speech. Damien focused on her and said almost smirking, “I agree to the terms. One more thing though. Let’s call it, Mates with benefits.” Even Arsen looked at him like he was losing it. Ada’s eyebrows went very slightly up before resuming their natural place.

I groaned, knowing I'd forgotten to put it on silent after Vittorio told me he would get back to me. I lean forward and slip it towards me with a groan. My mouth parts as I see the name of the caller. It's Yumi. Yumi Nakahara, the first twin of the shadow sisters. I let it ring for a few more seconds before I pick it up and lean into the couch. “Hi Dami, Are you around?” I raise an eyebrow in confusion. “I'm around, what?” “Well, I realised I won't be free tomorrow for the meeting so I'd rescheduled it to today. I'm about to take the elevator right now.”

Damon said. “Now we were going to ask you for an update but maybe we should ask the underbride to be.” Before Young could protest or stop him, Diamanté had reanimated Asha with a snap of his fingers. Asha nearly choked on the wine and words she had been sipping and saying at the swift change, taking in the familiar faces from the bookstore that now sat at the table and the frozen restaurant patrons. Diamanté waved his fingers at Asha teasingly and asked, “how goes the progress to you joining in unholy matrimony with our dear Blood?”

My inner demon wanted nothing more than to tear his throat out for winking at him, but my common sense knew how impractical and irrational it was to get angry at one of my loyal, gay friend for winking at her. There was no attraction. No worries that one day he’ll jump on her in a lustful trance. I mentally shook my head. It's barely been two days since I met my mate and she’s already making me feel things that I never felt before. I eyed Grayson and my mate as they converse with each other. Well, Grayson was babbling on about how happy he was to meet her and Aurora was listening and shyly responding when it was needed. ‘Why didn’t you tell me that the Aurora you were talking about was my Au

The chat flooded within seconds. Names. Tips. Praise. Old subs resurfacing. New ones gasping. But Domica didn’t look at the screen. Her focus was on him. She circled once, slow, dragging her gloved finger along his spine until he shivered. Then came the clamps. She clipped them to his nipples with cold, ritualistic care. Not cruel—but not kind, either. She twisted one, and he moaned around the gag. “You remember how this works, pet,” she purred. “Pleasure is earned. But pain is your privilege.”

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--“

they asked in chorus. “Why are the women frozen and who was that woman speaking a minute ago?” a guy asked in puzzlement. “I’m here!” Demetria said in her visible form. She's wearing a black ensemble with a flowing black cape and a sinister mask covering her face. She looks like a demonic woman rising from hell. For dramatic effect, she added the illusion of flames burning brightly behind her back. The men stared at the scary apparition in front of them. Dementia spoke in a commanding voice. “Boys, listen up. I will burn this room down if you don’t start fighting each other. Whoever stays alive at the end of the game will be allowed to leave the room freely. I will start counting from 1 to 1

But he didn’t let me go without kissing me on the lips. Demian held out his hand to help me out of the car. I hesitated to take it, but I did anyway. However, I quickly let go of his hand. He looked at me, puzzled. The woman approached us and opened the gate to her house. “Good afternoon, Amanda. I’m Demian, do you remember me? We spoke yesterday to arrange a session. It’s about a curse.” “Yes, the curse that falls on the Moon deceived by her companion. I remember you.” She looked at me. “And you must be Dana, right?” she smiled kindly.

I need to get away from these evils. "D-Damian, I'm begging you ..." My blood boiled when he moved closer to me. He stroked my cheek. I stared and slapped him hard in anger. "You're an animal!" "Wow resist!" his companion laughed again. But Damian didn't look happy with what I did. His eyes widened and he returned the slap to me. My cheek was numb with strength then. And the second time his big calloused hand landed on my face, I almost lost my senses.