Demon Kanao Novels & Stories

… “Show yourself.” Sayo appeared right behind Ambrose who had entered an empty den. This den was right behind the one where Laylin was. “My King, I had been waiting for your command,” Sayo said kneeling down at once, trying to ease Ambrose’s mind right away. Sayo was a demon who had a blood pact with Ambrose. In context, he was bound to him for life. He could always trace where his lord was, and be called upon his master's wish but there was a flaw in this.

A feminine voice leaves the spirit as it stares at us. "My name is Ember. This is my cat Binx." I motion towards Binx. "And this is my boyfriend Damian." I motion towards Damian. "We mean no harm Sakura." I bow my head out of respect to the spirit. "We will not return if you do not want us to." "You may return, Ember and Binx but he can not return!" Sakura points at Damian. "He is a demon!" She growls out. "He will bring nothing but harm and destruction to this forest! GET OUT NOW!!!!" Her voice shakes the ground causing me to jump.

'Kane? I sigh in relief. 'Yes just like that Mate.' 'Ok... so what's happening to him?' 'It's Yah'El his Demon trying to surface and seize control. I need you to help me get him to calm down.' 'Ok Kane, but why all of a sudden is he um... surfacing?' 'Because you are not only my Mate. But also theirs.' 'Theirs?!' 'Yes Rukeya, me as well as, Jaspier his Dragon. Onyx his Merman. Yvan Seto his Vampire. Dagonae his Nephilim and Yah'El his Demon. Rukeya you are Mated to all of us!' She gasps softly in disbelief. 'I am?!'

"-same cause of death. " I was trying to crack my brain for conjoined pieces of this information. I know that this so called demon feeds of female reproductive organs and I've seen those bodies a couple of times, but what i don't understand is what all of that has to do with me, why i keep waking up in the crime scene. This is so confusing. "we have to tell someone about this Dian, this is... " "no! " i immediately shut down the idea without even letting her complete her statement because i already know what she's going to say. "we can't tell anyone about this Faye "

I answered coolly. He strutted across the room and went to stand in a glass window where the outside showed a good angle of the veranda and the Winner Family pool. He smiled, pleased over something that he saw. I wondered what it was then. What is advantageous of being a demon is that we get to read another person's mind. We can use it for or against them. But before an angel, we are helpless. It is either they have barriers in their too-holy brains or they are just dead on imagination. I prefer to think it is the latter.

Alpha Derek's POV I didn't know how but I was able to control the demon inside me. I had only sunk my claws into her neck, and at the sight of her blood, the demon inside of me suppresses. The side on which I had cut immediately healed up but has a scar. She must've been a local for her to heal up instantly. Since I was from the demon clan, no matter how fast and strong the werewolf's inner power might be, he or she can never heal from my slash.

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."

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

The room was quieter now. Mona sat on the edge of the huge chair , her fingers loosely wrapped around the small box of cupcakes, her mind replaying everything that had just happened a little too vividly. The broken mirror. The blood. The way Kane had looked at her like she was the only thing anchoring him. She exhaled slowly, shaking her head like that might settle the thoughts. From behind the bathroom door, the steady sound of water filled the space. Kane.

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.