Demon Cycle Book Series Novels & Stories

The memories comfort and then swiftly spin around and wound me. All I can do for now, stuck in Greenway in this gilded cage, is keep out of the firing line. Back in the library amongst the records I picked up a couple of books for studying tonight in my room. They’re about demons and demonology. I’m going to work out whatever it is Roxie has awoken and find out to put the thing back in its place. The pages are dark and stained with age, the blood red leathery covers marked with hundreds of different users' hopes for answers.

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.

The question running through their minds was the same, ‘Could and would they last long enough to grow old and grey together? Asha’s mind kept cycling between that question and ‘what if Young never grew old despite a successful release from his demonic sentence’ or ‘what if she lived out her life with him remaining a demon’ or ‘what if she ended up turning into his eternal companion, growing old only in age?’ That thought cycle morphed into wondering why the demonic council would allow Young to come back to her and did it have anything to do with the cryptic message she got from her grandmother on Dia de Los Muertos. So many things kept cycling through her mind as she overthought their situat

“We were not to be part of this spectacle.” He and the others had been quite content to watch this ‘spectacle’ just a few moments ago. The irony of Ambrose’s words was laughable, but she kept her face blank and her internal chuckles to herself. After his squire and supposed surprise gift a week ago, Knight Ambrose grace his presence in Countess Castle, telling her to absorb the plan on stealing the codex of demon. Also referred to as the Demon's book, it was a massive tome, written thirty years ago by a priest who was said to have made a deal with the Devil to finish it.

"What happened?" He took a deep breath. "He's grown up and become an Alpha of the pack. He's free from resentment and sadness. Now, he seeks revenge. He became heartless and mercilessly killing the innocent and defenseless Wolves. His demonic wolf has grown now and very powerful, pushing him to conquer different packs. The more worrying now is with each new enemy he encounters, his death become even closer. Once he died, the process will be finalized, and he will return as a Demon Alpha God to unleash widespread destruction."

“Wow. Five hundred years trapped in hell, and this is what I get? Not a dark sorcerer, not a twisted warlord, nope. A lightweight who can’t hold his liquor.” I sighed, dusting myself off. “Great. Just great.” I nudged the guy with my boot. No reaction. He reeked of cheap alcohol and desperation. Fantastic. This was my ticket out of hell? A sloppy human who probably thought N*****x counted as ritual research I crouched down, peering at his unconscious face. “Hey, champ. You realize you just summoned a demon, right? Step one is usually staying awake.” Still nothing. I flopped back on the floor with a dramatic groan. “Unbelievable. I survive centuries of torture, brimstone, and eternal screamin

he asks, smirking at Aurora. “How do you know that?” I ask. “Because he is what is occupying her.” Cassian laughs. “Heavily.” I gasp, and Aurora's mouth twitches as she looks at him. “What's wrong my little toy, tell her, tell my wife you can't be our surrogate.” “I'm not your goddamn toy.” Aurora glares. “Yes you are,” my brother grins, “And I've got the papers that say so.” My gaze switches between the two of them. “Oh my God!” my eyes widened, “Emilio, you?” I ask Caelum. “It's you?” I can't believe it, he is the evolved demon?

There's a wide room with a matching window that has the scene of the ocean beyond a small meadow and a small group of trees to the right. There are two chairs and one round high coffee table between. Two people sit, one you know, one you don't. At least not from this story. "So," says Cayce, "I'll introduce myself first. But since this is the end of my book then you probably know about me enough. Cayce Vance, eighteen. Married around now, ready for some action, and half-demon and half-angel hybrid."

He looked at me and then back to the book. "Who brought this?" He asked quickly. "Jessy's message bird" I replied. "Gold?" He asked and I nodded. "I thought as much. That demon has my sister" he said in anger. " The demon Alpha?" Stiles asked. "Yes," I replied. " He's such a coward," Damion swore. "We need to get her quickly. We don't even know what that demon is doing to her there" I said impatiently. " I'll need us to calm down on this issue. I know how we are feeling but the demon Alpha isn't someone we can toil with. We need to get really prepared" Stiles said calmly.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.