Demon Harem Novels & Stories

She had to be the one they prepared for him who else would be in his room during the frenzy? She whimpered beneath him, thrashing as panic gripped her. Her voice cracked with fear, her breath stuttering as she cried out. But Kale ignored her pleas. He had done this before. Many times. The frenzy demanded a vessel. A release. Human girls were often sacrificed to quell the demon within him, if only for a night. But this one was different. His hands pinned her easily, ignoring her fight. As her scent rose to his nose, something shifted. He stared down at her throat, delicate, vulnerable, pulsing with life. The frenzy narrowed his vision until her neck was the only clear thing in the room.

I ask. "Well, take my case for example," says Meg. "When I met Harold, and we started to go out, I was told by his father that because I was human, I would go through heat. I do every now and then, and maybe that's why we have so many kids, but point being, I do go through heat even though I'm only human." "But your case is extremely unique," says Diana. "I don't think there's ever been a case in which a half breed of angel and demon has been mated to a werewolf. And even if there was, we have no record of it."

In a few minutes, her breathing evened, and her body became limp against mine. For a week now, I’ve been looking for any text on waking demons from their stasis. The only ones I’d found were about waking vampires up, which brought me to the conclusion that demons have never been woken from their stasis. If they had, only a few could do it. Some demons of over ten thousand years voluntarily went into stasis. That was why there were a few of them in the demon realm, and those that didn’t want to go into stasis kept to themselves.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

"I would presume it would be more like a friends-with-benefits situation." "But?" I pressed, knowing there was more. "You mentioned something about my healing nature last night, didn't you?" "I did," he admitted. "This needs a little more context to make sense." He took a drink of his water before continuing. "I'm sure you understand that those that serve together in the service tend to form a brotherhood. A deeper bond than most individuals would." I nodded in agreement and understanding. "In our fire-team, there were only four of us: Riley, Tristan, Ash and I. We spoke a lot about our pasts, our traumas, our struggles and fears. We also spoke about our dreams and our futures. As well as th

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Despite the grandeur of the room, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of unease that even the ancient walls could not contain. El-Kharis sat at one end of the table, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the other members of the Council. To his left sat Zareon, the Demon of Earth, his massive frame nearly blending with the stone of his chair. His presence was as immovable as the mountains he commanded. To El-Kharis's right was Azazel, the demoness whose allure was as dangerous as her cunning. She avoided El-Kharis's gaze, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

His eyes were as dark as an abyss and was surrounded by vertical pupils, a hallmark of a demonkind. But it was the alpha mark on his left cheek bone, a crimson-tinted signil that confirmed what he was. A demon alpha. Ziva instantly retreated into me and I gasped. He had a struggling human wrapped around his fist. The human's face contorted in terror, eyes bulging, and mouth agape in a terrific scream, but the demon alpha didn't budge. Didn't even bat an eyelash when the human threw a spittle on his face. And then as if the roles were suddenly reversed, his mouth descended upon the human’s.

she called and we followed behind her at a distance, taking the passageway. There was a red-haired Omega straddling one of the warriors as he groaned and she moaned. He shot me a creepy smile, biting his lips. A cold chill hit me and I immediately looked away. There were many more similar scenes we passed which my eyes tried very hard to avoid. There were some rooms around and you could still hear screams and groans there. Is that all they do here? Have sex? Kia really wasn't exaggerating when she told me this. After walking for a while, deep into the Harem, the deeper we got, the nastier things we saw. Eyes raked us as we passed till we got to a small red-colored tent.

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.