Demi God Novels & Stories

I said, everyone looked shocked except for Eros. “Why does everyone think that Dimitri is a Demi-God?” Eros asked. “Because Kayson is a Demi-God and usually a Demi-God only has Demi-God children.” Patricia said. “Dimitri is different because of Eros and his mother Leto. Kayson isn’t even a normal Demi-God.” I explained. “Why isn’t Kayson a normal Demi-God?” DJ asked. “Because I am a Primordial Deity. Kayson is much more powerful than a normal Demi-God. The same goes for you and your siblings.” Eros said.

Demi-Saint! The realization dawned on Earl Greenfield that demi-saints were individuals at the pinnacle of power. Except for the Saints, no one could rival their might. These were formidable beings capable of decimating cities and causing widespread chaos. Compared to them, a mere Earl like himself seemed insignificant, akin to ants in their eyes. Despite his usual calm and composed demeanor, Earl Greenfield couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that a demi-saint was on his side. The reassurance of having such a powerful ally alleviated some of his apprehensions.

Meanwhile, bringing her hands to intertwine them behind her back in a gesture that can only be the definition of the word coy, his sister bends slightly so that she can purposefully invade the demigod's personal space even more. “Son of Athena,” the goddess of shadows says with a grin that screams of danger, “I don't really like liars...” ... “I do solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” –J.K. Rowling .... NICHOLAS CAYDEN: Nicholas Cayden was one of the three demigods permitted to live after the Righteous purge, all thanks to his mother, the goddess of wisdom's mercy.

Some group of girls passing by mocked me and laughed. I ignored them since this wasn’t the first time I’ve gotten such compliment. I could see some of the men and women dancing slowly to the tune of the music as they waited for Lord Lucifer arrival. Lord Lucifer Demi thana, is the son of the late ruler, Demoni thana. Demoni thana ruled for hundred years before he died and his son took over.

’ I ask him, settling into the couch to wait out Kenji’s Elders as they look over Jamari. ‘Yesss.’ My Demon replies. ‘My name isss Damballa. I have been portrayed asss a ssserpent God with the voodoo people.’ The way that he speaks makes so much more sense knowing that. ‘Long ago there wasss another Realm, a sssixth Realm, where the witchesss lived in peaccce.’ Another Realm?

The familiar white sheer fabrics are dancing to the seagulls' melody in the arms of the wind. -"The one time you should have walked through the door, you didn't." The Moon Goddess giggles, amused at my apparent and unintended defiance. -"Am I dead?" I ask her. The beast barbequing me was the last thing I remember. -"Dead? No, only a god can kill a god or, or in your case, a demigod." Wait! What? I am what? She must have read my confusion features because she continued. "You're like my half-brother Hercules, Naomi. You can only die from natural causes, such as growing old."

derora growled as she produced, he blade, she was not taking any chances with this new foe, "Destroy herega" it said, And the flames blew all around derora as she saw a figure, no an animal, a bird, black and burning in the red flames, eyes as dark as a moonless night, the power brought derora to her knees. It radiated anger, blood lust, revenge, and most of all freedom. Derora could feel its presence drawing nearer as it pushed the aura of herega away and in the process killing her, the power of herega was what made derora a demigod and without it she would be nothing.

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.

"Demi god. My lightning bolts are in her, if I take them out, she dies. If she uses them, she dies. I need to figure out a way to get them out–at least, that's what Apollo said." "Demi god?!" I stared at him wide-eyed. Father made her a useless Demi god who couldn't even wield her powers without dying. "Yes. But, she must not know about this, or, she might try to leave with my bolts and go kill her self trying to figure out how being a Demi god works." "Who else knows about this? " I asked. "Apollo, Poseidon, Hera and I. Now you. And it stays that way, no one else m

‘No matter what he says’ the three guardians councelled, ‘don’t talk back at him, never’ It was then that the men discovered that the earthquake was a voice actually. The ground before them lifted and presented to them the judge-the god of violence. His hands were tied to two pillars by the dint of very monstrous chains whih seethed and cooled. He, himself, was made of brine so that when he raised his voice with demonic indignation and bared his mouth in a snarl, one was sure to see and feel and dread him. He was every inch mad and furious and violent. Now as he spoke, the pillars astride him shook. And beside those pillars were giant gargoyles that stood to his beck and call.