Demon Heir Novels & Stories

The scent of rust fills my nose. I hear chains rattling somewhere nearby. Voices echo around me. Too far away to understand. Too distorted to recognize. I try to move. My body refuses. Panic begins to creep into my chest. A familiar scent reaches me. Pine. Rain. Forest. Lyall. Relief floods through me. He is here. Somewhere close. I try to call out to him. Nothing comes out. Then another scent appears. One that I cannot identify. It wraps around me like smoke.

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 thought that if I could summon a Greater Demon and kill it with evidence to present to the Caucus, they'd let me be a part of their world and finally accept that I also had something special in me. I admit my plan was way over the top. I was a desperate, stupid eighteen-year old. "Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celesti

Our demon magic originates from Haures himself, so not having control over it would be catastrophic. What documented history there was on my demon side and history was very limited. When she contacted him about me, her father explained that 1500 years ago, our ancestors ruled over a small kingdom that was under constant attack. Eventually it got so bad, the kingdom was going to fall. So my however-many-great-great-grandfather summoned Haures to ask for his wife and unborn son's salvation. They received salvation but the price was his soul. Not much was said other than when his wife gave birth to his son, he was a demon-werewolf hybrid. The demon gene was only passed to the males, while any f

Cypherion had been Vandelarius's heir after all. Uh-oh. "We declare you heir to Second Seat," she said while Dad scowled like a thundercloud and refused to look at me. "Future Ruler of Demonicon." I didn't know whether to thank her with as much sarcasm as I could muster or keep quiet. Quiet won.

“The possessed furry Blood Demon is starting to look a bit bizarre. The demon keeping it alive could be anything, remember that. The Daddy Demon then gets possessive of his female and decides he doesn’t want some Coded baby growing inside of her. He poisons it when it is developing, killing the demon keeping it alive. This would usually completely kill the baby too, but this baby is a Blood Demon now and is immune to the poison. The hybrid keeps developing, forming the fingers and face from the woman’s DNA carrying him. When it is born, it is the mixture of four species; wild Scavanger, Blood Demon, Demon, and Human. This is usually where Daddy Demon tears the baby apart to start over, but s

"That's my girl." I ignored him, turning back to Sebastian. "Any problems with the plan?" He hesitated, his dark eyes searching mine. "And you're certain you can... finish the job?" My smile turned razor-sharp. "Sweetheart, I'm the heir to Hell. I’ve been killing demons since before you were a twinkle in your father’s eye." Sebastian's eyebrow arched, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "I highly doubt that, darling. I'm quite a bit older than I look."

My body began to tremble as blood rain began to fall from the sky and people started screaming. "The child of darkness will be reborn and on that day, the sky will weep as it is weeping today. There will be no stopping what I have begun!" It cackled and suddenly wore my face before morphing into a duplicate of myself but clad in a dark dress this time. Hecate screamed. "That's her! The real killer!" She cried and shot her white glory at the demon. It dispersed into clear mist within seconds and she let out a loud cry. "What have I done? What have we done?" She asked her brother.