Demon King's Daughter Novels & Stories

Mother threw her hands in the air in exasperation, making both Acelin and me pause in stunned silence. “Mother,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. She was letting her emotions get the best of her and I realized that screaming and shouting won’t help the cause. “Miaka Weller is fourteen years old. And she’s the Demon King and the head of the Dark Council. Not to mention the fact that Acelin and I had practically raised her. She is more of a daughter to us than anything else. How can you even expect that to ever work out?”

And very special thanks to my mom, Kim McCauley, for everything she has done for me. Please leave a review on the main page of the book! The following is a brief synopsis of the second book, 'The Demon Queen's Duty'. Madison Coto, Vasilia, vigilante, and mate of the werewolf king, Duncan Stanford, has been living with the Vasili, Anders Damon, for one month under the guise of being bound by his order. In this time, she's made a deal to let him woo her.

"Yes, my lady" I close my eyes, a sigh leaving my parted lips. If I'm right, we really need to carry out the bonding ceremony or it might be too late. A shudder runs down my spine at the thought of him turning into a demon and completely giving in to his darkness. "So, you never told me much about your kingdom. What are your people called?" I say. "We are all witches and witchers but we are generally called ice witches. We had an alliance with the fae people and when our kingdom was attacked, our survivors came here to the fae kingdom and asked for refuge. The fae made another deal with us and soon, we were given a large mass of land where we could start afresh" she says and I nod in underst

I growled angrily and heard one of the babies start to cry. "I'm going to need a nanny, perhaps a couple," I mumbled bitterly as I headed to the back bedroom. I paused in the doorway to see a female demon caring for my children. She had long silky black hair and she nursed my child on her supple breasts. "Who are you," I questioned outright and swallowed uncomfortably when she turned and purred,"I'm Dakini, your wetnurse from Lucifer." I ground my molars and grabbed the coverlet off the bed and tossed it over her bare chest. I cursed Lucifer testing my fidelity with the sexy bitch demon. My eyes traveled down her perfect body and back to her face to see she had her long tongue wrapped around

she said. “Yes, ever wondered why the demon kingdom is always dark?” I asked. “No, I just believed you guys just love dark things,” she replied, and they all nod along with her. “Well, the demon kingdom is actually cursed. It was cursed by my father’s first wife, who was a witch,” I said, opening the book I brought with me. “I think I have heard about her, Ophelia?” Liya asked. I look at her. “Yes, how do you know?” I asked, puzzled. Nobody talks about her that much because she is just like a forgotten queen because she was forgotten. Father didn’t even look at her. I am very sure he was more interested in his new meats.

With light steps, I approach him and grab him from behind, lifting his small body in the air and showering his plump cheek with kisses. " Yes, my little love?" I ask, taking the kissing session to her belly. He laughs, squirms and protests the onslaught of affection he receives. " Attention." Says, grabbing my face with both little hands. He does this whenever he wants my full concentration and like the doting mother that I am, I completely defeat myself. I end the kisses and put him on the ground, kneeling in front of him. "Speak up, son." "I want Dora." My smile widens at the abbreviation of the cousin's name. Dora is actually Isadora. Amélia's daughter with Henrico who is turning one toda

The weights weren't a handicap but a training tool she regularly employed to build strength and control. King Alexander watched with quiet pride mingled with concern. He recognised the cold calculation in his daughter's eyes, the same look Kailynn had worn when demonstrating why she was the most formidable female Alpha in the kingdom's history. The memory brought both comfort and pain. "She fights like her mother," he murmured to Phoebe, whose own expression had grown increasingly troubled. "Yes," Phoebe agreed softly. "But with your strategic mind." The combination was as impressive as it was intimidating.

It is about to crystallize and make it clear to all of them, “She is nicknamed the Daughter of the Sun.” Shocked murmurs came at the name of their King, Daughter of the Sun! One of the legends of the ancients, they hear tales about which it is not known whether they are true or not. The daughter of the sun, which is a miniature sun that walks over the earth, has supernatural abilities to erase the impact of every area it enters, burn it to nothingness, concealing its trace, destroying any kind of witnesses that can tell about it. They say she lives alone without a partner in the lonely mountains until she dies,

With a wave of his hand, Kratos and Bia were already there, lifting me by the arms, and in a single breath they had me outside Seraphina’s temple. A heartbeat later I was on my knees in the doorway, pinned down. It was the same as it had been for five years: a mortal woman with no defense against the will of the King of the Gods. Seraphina felt the disturbance and came out. She wore pale gold, her face composed in that careful, divine pity she had perfected, and she glanced down at me with a delicate curl of disdain. “Mortals are so disgusting,” she sighed. “Faking her own daughter’s ashes for the King’s attention. But Nia was innocent, and since you’ve apologized, I won’t hold this against

“Can I dig my nails into your skin? Claw you? Or maybe… I can tear you up and eat you!” “Demon…” she muttered, her nostrils flaring. How did he manage to repel a blessed arrow? No one, no demon has ever done that. “I’m not interested in fighting with a weak priestess. I have what I came for.” He flashed her a charming smile which Clairra hated. “You ask who I am, I am the Demon King. It’s disheartening to meet your acquaintance with an arrow, priestess. We shall meet again.” A few steps back in the shadow and the Demon King had disappeared, leaving Clairra more shocked than ever. She didn’t even know she was holding her breath until she fell to her knees, her bow down on the ground.