Demi-servant Novels & Stories

She searched for any weakness in the servant's defenses, knowing that they needed an opening to gain the upper hand. Suddenly, it hit her. The servant's unwavering loyalty was their greatest vulnerability. With a swift, unexpected move, Amelia redirected her attention from attacking to appealing to their sense of humanity. "Stop this! Can't you see the darkness has consumed you? You know what it's like to love and to feel true joy. Reclaim your humanity!" Amelia pleaded, her voice filled with genuine compassion. For a moment, a flicker of doubt passed across the servant's eyes. The air seemed to still, as if time itself held its breath, waiting for the servant's decision. A battle-worn silen

Brett asked. Phew. I sighed in relief. “This is Miss Agatha,” Jasfer introduced, “She volunteers in this place.” “No. That’s not what I mean,” Brett uttered. He raised his hand and pointed his finger at me and Lanceil. “What is the relationship between these two?” ‘Is he fucking serious?’ Trying to be calm, I forced a smile on Brett and introduced myself. “H-Hello, Sir. I am Agatha. I work as Mr. Lanceil’s maid.”

another muttered. "Does Cloud know he’s powerless against a monster like Shire?" I kept my chin high, my hand resting on Demi’s sleeve. Let them whisper. They saw a captive bride I saw a weapon. Demi had promised me a month of freedom if I proved I had a heart of stone tonight. And I was hungry for the hunt. Before the main event, I found her in the powder room. My stepmother. To the world, she was the "Gilded Lady," a portrait of loyalty and grace. To me, she was the parasite that had infested my home.

S) That is what little lady was, she is just lack of empathy compare to any normal person, after all it was her race that made her like that. She was a Demi-Human actually, and he race was ancient race that were known as Anubis, yep, the death god, for some reason it exist here. That is why she was so devoid of emotions, but his hidden traits of her also made her very intellectual, and overly obsessed with her work, it also made her extremely proficient in the Dark Magic, despite her age of only 18 years old, she is already a Peak Tier 3 Dark Wizard and Also a Master Gunner.

She curtsied again then disappeared back out the door. “That is Jaide, a servant here in the house. If you need anything at all when I am not around, just call for her and she will do whatever you require” I nodded my head, “Thank you, that’s very kind” I wasn’t used to this side of Rircaex. I had never been interested or a part of a master or mistress’s life. Dimetrius and I kept our past as secretive as possible. It is so much more extravagant then I had imagined it would be.

“He is the demon king, my lord. He is the grandchild of the Christian God.” He hummed softly and eyed him. He looked majestic. His aura was dark and was similar to his. “This will be the last one to hunt satyr.” He ordered him in a calm voice; he knew this one would the hardest to catch. He was a demigod and had a divine weapon for sure, even though he wasn’t wielding it at the moment. A small crow cawed and landed on his servant’s stretched hand. He brought the bird to his ear and listened intently.

he said. Just then I heard Ethane's voice in my head for the first time. "Rosey over here in the demon world we don't call them judges but Nomanos, we also refer to the book as the cava. And we don't call them lawyers but somun. And the demon that held the cava for us to take the oath is known as the Mediac, okay?" How was he able to speak in my head? Okay this is something I'm sure demons can't do, yes they can manipulate humans but they don't speak in their head.

As the second daughter, there isn’t much expected of Skai, other than to be fated to a powerful and high-status mate, but no one has ever been able to choose their fated companion. Much like how Geri and Freki were the companions to the one-eyed god, Odin, the creatures of the demi-wolf race are blessed with a fated companion to follow them and be tied to them for all eternity. “You’re one to talk. Being a maid is as high a status as you’ll ever get in this house,” Serenia bites back, already used to the usual morning banter between her and the other servants.

‘Finally, the little demon has fallen. He cleared his throat, adjusting himself pridefully in his chair. The joy of winning her the second time was boundless. “Since you have realized your mistake, you will have to—-” “Don't worry, I will do anything you ask for, sir.” She interrupted, the word “sir” felt so heavy on her tongue to say. “Mmhmm.” He nodded, a sarcastic glint in his eyes. “Good girl. Then from now on, you will be my personal servant. You will attend to me at all time without complains, and—-”

Gian's POV The servant's hall was a separate four-storey building located at the east side of the mansion, with its very own pool, pond and garden. On the first floor, there was a dainty lobby with padded chairs and a tea table. A television set hanging on the wall, a glass-door fridge full of fruit drinks ( I was dying to get one, perhaps a grape flavor), a coffee machine, and a counter with yummy looking cakes and pastries. Wait, is that a croissant?