Demon Clans Novels & Stories

He'd done this. The urge to turn demonic seized him. Gritting his teeth he fought down the instinct, his body shaking with the effort. His muscles bulged and his fangs elongated, aching to tear and bite through his enemy. He slammed his fist into a pillar, the stone crumbling under the force. He could not afford to turn demonic now. Even if doing so would increase his strength, it would also seal his fate. Berserkers were the strongest among the demon clans, known for their brutality and aggression. When fully demonic their strength increased tenfold, their demonic form perfectly evolved to strike fear. He despised it, a growling and vicious monster.

"We came to hear about a very weird incident." Came a voice from within the higher-ups. A tall and slender-looking man walked forward. As expected he was from the Diamond Clan, the biggest rival of the Linya. He was one of the higher-ups from his Clan. "That Evandros Linya is a demon." The man said.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

Demons are parts of darkness, and sooner or later, it will claim me, unless I manage to remain human. They stopped at the scene that I had carefully prepared for them. A dead horse and a man in a black cloak lying on his back. Of course, there was nothing under the cloak, but who would check? So, who'll go first? Ah, too bad I don't have a crossbow. Whatever. I'll manage. Especially since they stopped right where I wanted them to. I sized up the situation for the last time. All right, here we go! A daring leap into the center of the squad, and I landed right behind one of the pursuers. These shaven-headed beasts should not exist in my world. Demon's blood sang a battle cry in my veins.

I wouldn’t miss the opportunity in the case that in a second he would change his mind remembering he had an unstable personality. “Do you know that my Sommerset clan is the richest and the strongest in Liberty City?” I tested if he knew anything about what happened in my city. “Of course, I'm aware of that. Then what’s the matter?” “Good. Lately, my clan has been in debt to this demon club owned by Demon Anwir. My stupid finance manager didn’t do his job properly so I was in great debt to Demon Anwir… “ But before I finished my sentence, the mighty Demon Akheron continued my remark.

Henry replied. "Really? So, the Solomon Palace Group is yours," Anna said with some delight. With the Solomon Palace Group and Phantom Society, they had two of the major demonic clans on their side. She also had a good relationship with the Flower Clan, which had mostly female members like the Phantom Society. That made three—only the Demonblood Clan was left. If they could take over the Demonblood Clan, with the support of four clans and Henry's strength, they could overthrow the present Holy Master and install Henry as the new one.

Chapter 23: Realization ****************** "Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred. How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now send our children out into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return but knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?" -One Tree Hill

A demon would find that advantageous. The last clan is Betraynaro, whose representative is Betrayal. Sadly, this clan does not do well at physical combat but does well at manipulating and betraying their enemies. The attackers create doubt in their victims, then manipulate them to kill or betray. I've used them to end empires as great as Julius Caesar, Henry the Eighth, and even Lucifer himself. All the demons had their eyes on me, waiting. As if on cue, I waved my hand and the games began.