Demon Dean Fic Novels & Stories

blurb They purchase humans like me- yes, Because they aren’t humans. They are what humans call the fearsome beasts. Male for heavy duty work, female for three reasons. One~ As breeders. Two~ keeping them in a brothel to satisfy their lustful desires. Three~ To serve as maid to the highest bidder. And on rare occasions, some humans that were purchased, male or female are mold into assassins/spies through the most brutal conditioning possible and are only loyal to their masters. The king. Being sold to the beasts by my parents, I don’t know what fate has in store for me. And I’m not eager to find out. Elvanya, that’s my name, the sacrifice the humans prayed for.

WARNING! RAW SEX SCENES When Yvonne meets a powerful celestial being known as Metatron her disturbed life takes a new and unpredictable turn, unknown to her that Metatron had come for something that existed within her blood vessels. It all started out peaceful until Metatron predicts the death of Audrey – unable to bare losing a best friend Yvonne sets out to rescue Audrey against Metatron’s instruction and unfortunately she complicates their reality causing Maria’s husband to die. Lucifer takes advantage of this broken edge by seeking what Yvonne possesses before Metatron can. When Uzor meets Amanda Wilson an assassin, his relationship with Rachael becomes complicated as Rachael tries to find out if Uzor still loves her, things take a brutal turn in the life of Uzor and he is forced to face a greater assignment of the invasion of AREA 51 in Nevada, America. When Metatron makes a grave mistake, he and his friends becomes unhaunted by the world's most powerful governments, in other to save the life of his friends, Metatron seeks the help of powerful celestial beings known as Sisters of Fate, the help they offer comes with a shocking consequence that hurts Metatron. Failing to achieve his desire Lucifer releases chaos on the earth by setting free the most powerful and most dangerous supernatural creature ever created by God. Metatron is now forced to face his most powerful contender or watch the earth become ashes.

People said the King appointed me his son’s Beta to stop my family from mutiny. Our wolves were like gods compared to the wolves of Aquilonia, but the King did not need to appoint me his son’s beta to secure our loyalty, nor did he need to fear a rebellion from my people. We owed him our lives.  King Nikolas should have turned us away or killed us when we arrived at the shore of a town in his kingdom. Instead, he allowed us to settle and multiply. The King appointed me as Mathias's Beta because he trusted me.  A trust I feared I would break because something had happened to me along the line. As cold-hearted as I was, his daughter, Jasmine, had caught my attention. It was a clandestine truth, hidden from the world. I had yet to decide whether I would act on this truth or not, but with each passing day, my determination to keep my distance from Jasmine waned. I found myself pondering how much longer I could resist the inevitable breaking point. WARNING: Matured themes are included for narrative purposes and may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.

My husband persuaded my daughter to donate her kidney to save his lover. After the surgery, he stayed by his lover’s side and neglected my daughter who developed kidney failure that led to her death. When I confronted the nasty couple, they refused to believe that my daughter had passed away and kicked me out by force. Afterward, I took my daughter's ashes to her eighteenth birthday party where my husband showed up with his lover and tore down all the decorations, going as far as to scatter my daughter’s ashes. He then accused my late daughter of undermining his lover’s career. When he finally had to accept that his daughter was dead, he still insisted on defending his lover. Eventually, I showed him proof that it was his lover who refused the hospital’s proposed organ donor so that she could plot to take my daughter’s kidney instead. Upon finding out the truth, he lost his mind and killed his lover. Now that those two have gotten what they deserve, I bring my daughter’s ashes and travel to the places she had always wanted to go to.

For ten years, I was a peace offering to Alpha Kane. And he chose his adopted sister, Fiona, over me 77 times. He planned my birthday around her tastes. At the Hunter’s Moon festival, she stood beside him in the Luna’s ceremonial gown. My gown. Even on our mating night, he left me. Fiona faked a panic attack, claiming her wolf was losing control. He spent the night coddling her. I forgave him the first 76 times. Because he’d saved my life once, even if he didn’t remember. But when I was kidnapped, he had to choose: trade the pack's sacred artifact for my life, or stay with Fiona and her latest self-made drama. He chose her. The kidnappers injected me with a lethal dose of wolfsbane. I felt it tearing my wolf apart, devouring my life force from the inside out. The 77th time. I was finally ready to give up. But I was saved. By Drake, Alpha of the Nightfall Pack. The one who'd been watching over me for fifteen years.. That’s when I learned the truth. I’d been thanking the wrong man. The one who saved me was always Drake. Never Kane. So I went back. I filed to sever our mate bond with the Elders. In four days, I'll be free. And Kane can be with his precious Fiona forever. So why, now that it’s all over, is he on his knees, begging for me back and crying that he always loved me?

My grandfather raised me after my parents died. Before his health failed, his only wish was to see me married and safe. So I begged the man I had loved for six years to marry me. Seventeen times. On the seventeenth, Grant Hale finally agreed. Then, on the day we were supposed to sign our marriage certificate, he walked out of the City Clerk's office with his childhood sweetheart on his arm. "I lost a bet to Nora," he said, laughing as he handed me a fake certificate. "Take this to your grandfather. He will never know the difference." When I begged him to come with me, he shook off my hand. "Stop being dramatic. I got married today. I do not have time for you. If you are that desperate for a husband, go inside and marry some random guy. I will not stop you." So I did.

My mother despised me because I was the unintended consequence of a one-night stand. She poured all her love and attention into her students, treating them as if they were her own flesh and blood. One day, when her favourite pupil confessed his feelings for me, she flew into a rage. She slapped me hard across the face and called me a whore. Years later, as Alzheimer's clouded her mind, she forgot I even existed, yet still remembered every single one of her precious students. The irony was that not one of them ever came to visit her in the nursing home. They all loathed her just as much as I did.

When James Chapman and I first got together, I was a regular student while he was one of the most popular guys in school. Five years down the road, I'm still a regular woman. James' attitude toward me has changed drastically, though. He frequently complains about my appearance. I know it's because his true love is back in the country. He misses our fifth anniversary because of her. His true love makes fun of me for being ugly to his face, so he orders me to get cosmetic surgery at her newly opened clinic. He wants me to use my fanbase to make her business boom. "You're so ugly that you'd be the perfect person to prove Barbara's skills… if she can actually make you look better, that is. We're all friends, aren't we? What's wrong with lending her a hand? Stop being so petty!" Barbara Simpson kills me—I die on the operating table in her inhumane clinic. James thinks I go missing because I'm just throwing a tantrum, but he realizes he's wrong when he finds my mangled body in the basement. The diamond ring he put on my finger is still there, too.

My mother's honey shop served only women, and she sold only one type of honey. The honey was contained in small glass jars, and it had an eerie name—Heart-Eroding Honey. Whenever women came to buy honey, my mother would personally lead them through the shop and into the mysterious beehive room in the backyard. Shortly after the door was closed, there would always be faint, suppressed moans coming from inside. I never knew whether it was from pain or satisfaction. However, when the women reemerged, they would all have rosy faces and radiant smiles, as if they had been completely nourished.

What will you do if you learn that all the legends are true? A brother and a sister who lived a normal will be in for a rude AWAKENING.