Demon Heir Novels & Stories

Although he was unwilling, he could tell that those guys really wanted him to be their mount. Eldest Senior Brother... was different! This person had come for her Demonic Immortal Legacy! "What does he want my inheritance for?" The Demonic Immortal couldn't figure it out! That's right, the Demon Clan's inheritance had nothing to do with the Human Clan! Even if he gave it to the eldest senior brother of the Holy Sect, it would still be useless. Not to mention that he couldn't give it to him. "Then there's nothing else to say... Let's flatten this place! We'll flatten the Demon Spirit Mountain Range!"

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.

"I have not." "Liar." "...Maybe a little." She laughed. "I figured."Raven became even happier about the move after looking up the local covens. "There isn't a full coven in Salem," she explained. "Just an outreach house about twenty minutes away." "Is that good?" "For us? Very." She scrolled through page after page on her enchanted phone before finally nodding in satisfaction. "They're healers." "That's it?" "They specialize in healing, protective wards, magical education, and mediation between supernatural communities."

From an unknown survivor deep within the remnants: “The children are free for now. But the blood calls. On their fifth birthday, the true test begins. One of them will choose our side. It is inevitable.” Damien crushed the device in his fist. We landed at the estate as the sun rose fully. The children, exhausted but safe, slept in our arms. In the nursery, with all three of them finally resting, Damien pulled me close. “We’ve bought time,” he said. “Years of it. And we will use every second to prepare them.” I kissed him softly, then looked at our sleeping family. The hidden heir had become the mother of a new legacy. The Reaper had found his forever.

Eldric stood there, alone, facing a dozen other elders who stared at him with cold, accusatory gazes. "You brought him back, Eldric," Lord Vorlag’s voice boomed through the room. He stood on the highest platform, his black wooden staff gripped tightly. "You brought the traitor back to this sacred land." "I brought back an Alpha of the Bane bloodline," Eldric countered calmly, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "And I brought the foretold Heir of the Moonblood."

"I've only heard rumors." "They're not rumors." My hands paused over the basket. She kept peeling, her movements practiced and steady. "Damien was the firstborn son. The true heir to the Night Wing throne. The strongest Alpha this pack has ever produced." Even without looking at her I could hear the respect threaded through her voice. "And then..." She hesitated. "The curse found him." I looked up slowly. "When he was still young, he fought in a battle that should have killed him. No one knows exactly what happened. They only know that something came back with him." She paused. "A demon."

"A crazy old man broke into the house and frightened Ms. Horst. Take him away to where he belongs." The two guards hesitated. But seeing the crazed old man before the mirror, they ultimately moved forward and restrained him, each taking one side. "Jade! Look at me! I'm Terry! Don't you recognize me?!" He stared at me fiercely until he was dragged out of the door. I simply waved my hand, urging them to hurry up. His cries grew fainter. I turned to the confused Sarah and reached out gently to touch her belly. "Don't be scared. You're safe now. Take care of yourself and the baby. After all, the baby's the heir to the Bolton family."

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."

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

“Report to the barracks before I write you up for misconduct and failure to listen to your supervisor.” “You are not my supervisor. You're not even a Hunter!” Theo retorts, face red as he tries to side-step his mother. Thankfully, Elaine is there, rolling her eyes before she grabs Theo by the ear and tugs him down so she can look into her son's eyes. “You're right. Lennox is no Hunter. He is a Demon Prince, the heir to the power that created us all. Now you will go to the barracks and do as you’re told,” Elaine murmurs, her voice calm and collected.