Demian Novels & Stories

I yelled, pulling myself from the mattress to the headboard. My inner wolf was beckoning on me to run, not see him as my mate. "I-I'm looking for Damon! I need to see Damon!" The smile disappeared from his face, going cold completely. He froze, his hand hanging in the air. The heat rose in the room, and I felt it set on me. "Damon?" he repeated, his voice soft in a strange way. "The Alpha who rejected you? Is that your first thought after giving birth to my children?" His sudden rage overwhelmed him. The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating.

Damon replied. He had been tempted several times to explain the situation to Hazel, but she refused to listen. Perhaps it was for the best—it spared him from breaking his promise to Demian. "Demian was truly good to Delilah," the old man said with a sigh. Demian had died in a bungee jumping accident. When they retrieved him from the scene, he was still breathing faintly. He passed away after a brief rescue attempt in the hospital. He had always been afraid of heights. If it weren’t for something Delilah said, he would never have gone bungee jumping on his own.

I watch as they sit around Dean. The hushed voices around us of people talking, I can feel eyes on us from every angle. “Okay, what do you want?” Dean looks at them waiting. His eyes constantly glaring at me. “We want Daisy.” Demitri states like it is nothing, I hear Dean laugh. “Fuck off.” “I don’t like being told no, and you’re saying no Dean, that won’t end well.” Demitri looks at him waiting.

After parking his car, Demian decided to run fast and jump high to his next destination. Demian's body darted quickly, as if fighting the wind that night. He ran while leaning from one roof to another. There was no trace of sound produced by the soles of his shoes. His body was dynamic as if it had no mass against the air around him. Demian's face felt fresh as it collided with the cool flow of the night breeze. Demian seemed to be enjoying his freedom. He then jumped higher and higher, forgetting the pain that had once been anchored in his stomach. Luckily, his who

He answered. “Okay. He is probably in his late twenties or early thirties, he was heavily built, he has blue orbs and dirty blond hair. Recognize anyone with those features??” I asked. “Hmmm yeah. Matthew, only difference is that Matthew has brown orbs instead.” Damian answered. “I know who Matthew is and that clearly wasn’t him. I almost forgot. He has a black mole on his left cheek.” I said. Damian froze when I mentioned the mole. “What did you just say??” He asked as he suddenly became very serious.

The first question I asked Demian was if he enjoyed the hunt, when he told me the details about the hunt in the morning. “I do,” he answered. I was not surprised. I had expected this answer. After all, Demian was born in House Silverclaw and was raised here. He was raised to be heartless, to enjoy things people should despise. Yet, Demian turned out to be more decent than most men I met. I could not something that he was raised to love against him.

Looking at my watch, there was still another forty-five minutes until we traded off in the kitchen. Liam opened the door five minutes later, hand-in-hand with a tall man. He had short blond hair and his eyes were an electric blue. He was very handsome, and I held out my hand. Smiling, he took my hand. “Alpha Desmond, it’s good to finally meet you.” “Dillard Young, it’s lovely to meet you as well. I told my son he should have brought you over sooner.” Liam cleared his throat. “Dad, come on.”

How? “I am Ithildin Alois the first Luna of the Druit Guard. I am a Vanir from Alfheim or more simply put an elf. Please sit, we have much to discuss. Oh yes, let me take a look at our demigod.” She steps toward us and I guard An Jieun, I don’t want anything to happen to her. “James knock it off before I knock you out you brat. She’s not going to do anything geez.” Am rolls her eyes and I guess I do look a little stupid. My instincts are on overdrive right now and I haven’t slept. I feel like I’m going crazy.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

Pov Samantha. Punctuality is a virtue that has opened doors for me, even more so when I go to meet the man who has been very crushed for years, a man who unknowingly owns my wet nights, and yes, I admit it, many times I touch myself while I see a photo of him that I have on the counter. Because although it's hard for me to admit it, I've been obsessed with Fernando Laureti since I saw him at a congress where the three of them were together, and although his father is beautiful, he's a married man, and although Andrea is identical to him, he never caught my attention for the simple fact that he's totally bitter and arrogant, but he, my gaze was always directed towards him, Fernando Laureti,