Demi-servant Novels & Stories

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

For her, it was called hatred, so intense that it seemed capable of reducing her to ashes. Kimmy gently rubbed her eyes, wanting to see clearly if the person standing before her was indeed her good friend. She had heard about Little Demi's situation, and she didn't think it was too terrible. Being a servant wasn't still more comfortable? Less thinking, high pay, and, most importantly, she felt noble, like a master, someone people like them could never touch. "Little Demi, you're finally back. Do you know how much I missed you?" Kimmy's eyes welled up with tears as she wanted to approach Little Demi, but the latter coldly avoided her and hugged another thin but quite beautiful girl.

Luckily Nicodemus' Queen wasn't the jealous type and knew that the Demon servant was her King’s fated mate. Not wanting to bring shame to the Deimos kingdom as she was still unable to provide Nicodemus with a Royal heir she offered the Demon slave to continue her duties on the condition that if it survived being brought into the world then she would take it as her own, hiding it’s true origin.

Why would she even know anything about her? “She is a servant who works for the royal house, my lady, but of what use is a servant to you?” Goyre was peeved by his interruption. Though humans were below gods when ranked but human leaders such as kings and emperors were so blessed by gods that they possessed a third of the strength of demigods. Even so, they were still mere mortals, tools to be used as the gods pleased. She wanted very much to put Barigo in his place but that would not serve her purpose so once again she smiled.

Levi's gaze shifted, icy and fierce, falling on him, causing the servant to tremble and hurriedly withdraw outside, "Servant, Hau, is here outside. If you need anything, call for Little Demon A." The servant ran outside, and before closing the door, he finally saw Alpha Levi moving, taking a step forward... "Isn't that evil spirit bothering you?" A demon servant outside the door pulled Little Demon A away from the room and asked him in a low voice, "Are you okay?" "I'm fine." Little Demon A rubbed his chin, "But why do I feel like Alpha Levi is... offering himself for sale."

I growled angrily and heard one of the babies start to cry. "I'm going to need a nanny, perhaps a couple," I mumbled bitterly as I headed to the back bedroom. I paused in the doorway to see a female demon caring for my children. She had long silky black hair and she nursed my child on her supple breasts. "Who are you," I questioned outright and swallowed uncomfortably when she turned and purred,"I'm Dakini, your wetnurse from Lucifer." I ground my molars and grabbed the coverlet off the bed and tossed it over her bare chest. I cursed Lucifer testing my fidelity with the sexy bitch demon. My eyes traveled down her perfect body and back to her face to see she had her long tongue wrapped around

Their moans echoed off the walls before she pulled away only to answer his question. “Demi… My name is D… Demi.” Ares looked down at the little Keres as she answered his question. His grin growing wider looking more manic than ever. “That’s right, your name is Demi.” Ares clenched his teeth and fisted her hair. He leaned forward placing his arm around her waist and forcefully pulled her tiny body up to his height. Giving him easier access to her. He crashed his lips to hers. Never minding the tiny whimper that left her mouth. He didn’t care if it was a whimper of want or if it was due to him being too rough with her. This is what a Keres is for, to serve him.

They called her a stray dog dressed in silk. Her husband choked her in a wedding shop. Her sister shoved her under a car. Her family danced on her grave before the dirt was cold. Then she opened her eyes seven years in the past. "You think you can break me twice, Kyle?" "Celine, I made a mistake. I was blind. Just give me one more chance and I'll spend the rest of my life proving." "You had your chance. You used it to destroy me." "I love you." "You loved the version of me that was stupid enough to believe you." She came back with a colder heart, a sharper mind, and the kind of rage that doesn't scream. It plans. But Celine didn't expect Aron Caruso. The man who ordered her burial i

“Do speak, Master Watt.” Demi picked up his glass of wine and took a sip. “You said you met a master who gave you all this. And that master was a beggar.” “That’s right.” Tyr nodded. “Is he the Beggar King?” Tyr was stunned as he stared at Demi nonplussed. “Master Watt, you know my mentor?”

“I will help you if you wish to offer this to her. But, first, you must connect with her mind, body, and soul.” “Thank you, Barnaby. I know I am asking a lot of you, but I was wondering if I could speak with Veronica about this. I would like to know her thoughts on being a human servant. I do not wish to get into this and find that Dominique wants to escape that existence. I want her to be truly happy.” “You know that human servants can not run away, don’t you?” “Yes, I understand they can never truly escape their masters, but I want to know if she is truly happy. Did you take her as your servant, or did she want to be your servant?”