Demon Army Novels & Stories

Ten years ago, a message was picked up via satellite claiming to be from another solar system. No one knew exactly what was going on but shortly after receiving the transmission, anomalies had been picked up, UFOs were what the news outlets called them. Then came the space ships.At the age of 22, Camille has seen and endured more than any 22 year old woman should. Finally escaping her abusive ex, Camille finds herself in New York with the help of an old friend. Armed with a new identity and a job, Camille has one goal, get to Canada where her ex can't get her. Simple, right? Jag, Sid and Kal have been best friends for as long as they can remember. They have grown up together, they have joined the military together and now they are stationed on earth together. They just need to get through their tour and then they can go back home to Draygon. So what happens when a human girl who wants to disappear catches the attention of three Alien warriors? And what if Camille was never as free as she thought she was? Can Jag, Sid and Kal help her heal? Or will a hidden threat destroy everything before they can really find each other?

The wolves are causing chaos, and a war is on the verge of starting, but Lucifer had to step in and stop it from going. To show the wolves his sincerity, he offered them something they can't refuse, a Neko, but not any Neko, he was offering them his favourite baby kitten. Would the pack know how to deal with her? Or would they be too busy running after her and forgetting all about the war? This story contains fluff, cuteness and no sex. It can count as ddlg, cgl, and age regression. Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

Welcome to tales of love and passion, the adventures of city couples and the intrigues of high society and its citizens of the Lovecraft city. Being known beyond the city of the mafia, the mecca of crime and mafiosi, the den of pleasures, see that during the trips, the stories and the coexistence of people, who visit the various dens of pleasure in this city. Although for many years, there were countless gang wars and conspiracies, murders, tales of love, pleasure and passion, in which the numerous mafia clans were involved in fights for territory, crime lords in their games of passion. The rich socialites in their games of pleasure and in the midst of power struggles, it was when the entire city was involved in conspiracy and manipulation schemes, in the midst of their parties of pleasure and passion, in which you can embark on this world of fantasy and seduction, in which you will see this dark world through the authorities that were bought and manipulated, when crime grew and city developed, life of passion, amid suspenseful tales. Amid tales of pleasure, passion, when there were a series of murders, mafia families, intrigues, tales of love and seduction

When Elara accepts a live-in nanny job at a secluded mansion, she expects calm days and a fresh start. But what she finds is a world woven with secrets she can’t begin to understand, and two powerful, mysterious men who are anything but ordinary. Drawn to both and caught in something far greater than she imagined, Elara soon realizes she’s not just a nanny… she’s the center of a bond that could change everything. And they would burn the world for her.

Luxian Maxwell’s life was already spiraling—a terminal diagnosis, haunting dreams, and a sense that something about him just didn’t add up. Then came Damien. Cold, powerful, and unsettlingly familiar, Damien claims Luxian is the reincarnation of a girl who once betrayed him. But the more Luxian tries to escape, the deeper he falls into a web of forgotten lives, supernatural forces, and a past that refuses to stay buried. Why does no one remember Mr. Wilson’s death? Why does Damien’s touch feel like a memory? And why is Luxian changing? As his dreams blur into reality and deadly truths surface, Luxian must confront the terrifying possibility: He’s not just being punished for someone else’s sins. He might be the key to unleashing something far worse.

"Do you still hate me?" Ace smirked, as he rubbed his thumb against Gwen's bottom . At that moment, her heart wasn't the only thing that throbbed. "Well that all depends on what happens next..." * Some say that hatred is unhealthy. Some say that wasting energy hating someone will do no good for you in the end and only make you miserable. Gwen disagrees. Her entire life has been spent hating the Queen of Paria-Drae. She has ruined the lives of her people and even the people of other countries. She is a power-hungry witch that has no right sitting on the throne. A throne that she stole. And Gwen will her for it. And in order to do that Gwen joins the army, not the army of Paria-Drae but of their enemy, Estril. There, she plans to be a part of the group that defeats the Queen and be the one who retakes the throne. So she hides her identity as someone from Paria-Drae and plans to keep a low profile and only focus on her mission. That is until she meets Ace Puckett, the son of a famous army veteran, who has grown up on a military base his entire life. She immediately hates him upon meeting him, he's arrogant, picky, a show-off, and so, goddamn, sexy. Trying not to get distracted by his panty-dropping smile, she gains his attention because of her determined nature and the fact that she isn't begging for his attention. With the pride of being a citizen of Paria-Drae on the line, Gwen is desperate to take back her country and save its reputation before it's too far gone. But it gets harder to do that when there's a certain someone always looking over her shoulder.

[WARNING: SMUTTY PARANORMAL ROMANCE WITH AN OBSESSIVE, POSSESSIVE MMC. DETAILED SMUT AND VIOLENCE.] “Touch her and die.” That’s the first thing Caelum Veyr says to the world after he claims me. I’m no one. A ghost girl in a rotting slum. Unwanted, forgotten, one breath away from death. Until he appears. Violet-eyed, terrifying and kills the man who tried to take me. He says I’m not human, something called a Null. A freak who makes death unravel just by existing. So he forces me into a blood-marriage. Chains me to his supernatural empire., says I belong to him now. The worst part? I want to belong to him. Even though his touch kills, even though every kiss might break the world, even though the prophecy says I’m the end of everything. Now the Death Courts want me erased. The gods fear what I carry, my power is growing. My name is turning divine. And Caelum? He says he’d die for me. Too bad I’d burn the realms for him first.

“Who are you? You don't even know me. Why are you helping me?" I asked, and he just went back to his straight, expressionless face. "I'm D..... You are?" he asked, and suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine. It must be because he looked like a cold-hearted person; maybe the chills were coming from him. Or maybe because I couldn't even get past the first letter of his name. Why won't I remember his name? What happened to me? What did my brother do? Why won't I remember the name of my mate?! Mated to the Beta of her pack, Diana struggles with sleepless nights as a Stranger visits her dreams every night showing her proofs that her life in the pack might be a lie and her mate may not be her true mate.

Alethia and Ethan met by chance. They connected and she could already feel herself falling for him. But little did she know that, while their brief encounter ended without her being able to express what she thought she already felt for him, he was to become her step father. How long can she watch the man she has feelings for go to bed with her mother every night?

She thought the worst thing that could happen to her had already happened. Her husband. His assistant. Eight years of marriage quietly falling apart on a Tuesday afternoon while she was at work. She was wrong. Evelyn Harper bought the house on Harrow Hill to disappear. Remote. Abandoned. Cheap enough to make her laugh out loud at two in the morning. She should have asked why it was so cheap. From the very first night, something in the walls knew her name. Evelyn. Low and unhurried. The way someone speaks your name when they have been waiting a very long time to say it out loud finally. Then came the touch. Fingertips, cool and deliberate, ghosting along the inside of my thigh. I shifted, half asleep, my legs parting before I could think better of it. The touch climbed higher, slow and patient, tracing the seam of me, circling the ache that bloomed hot and sudden between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, instantly wet ,hips rocking into nothing, chasing the sensation. Then she knew that; Something ancient lived in that house. Something that had chosen her specifically. Something that had been waiting for her bloodline for over a century. And the lonely man who follows her into its darkness may be the only thing standing between Evelyn and losing herself forever. Some houses don't just haunt you They own you.