Demon Mama Novels & Stories

“In fact, strange enough, the sinful me does not want to use her for my own pleasure. She has this ability to make me feel…comforting.” With that, my mother stops dead in her tracks; that worry that was there has now grown even more. She starts to mumble at herself in the ancient language over and over. Then she comes to a dead stop in front of me, “Damien, there is another story that was told for many and many years, one just like this amongst some of the oldest Demons. It is said…”

I said back. I got up, stretched my back and winced in pain, she did not hold back one bit, “you’re always hurting my baby” mom said to Aunt Taylor as she came to me, for a second I had forgotten that my mother was a healer, she quickly patched me up, making me sigh in relief, “thanks mom” I said kissing her on the cheek. One thing that makes my mother and I different from every other wolf out there is that we are the last descendants of the moon goddess. Her bloodline gives us extra abilities, my mom can heal and I, well, I catch fire when I'm mad and I have a temper just as hot.

#ExposeMadamBuenavista My mother experienced abuse from that rich demon. My mother is a masseuse and was once summoned to their mansion to massage the demon. After the massage, she complained that my mother's hands were too heavy, and then suddenly took my mother to their basement and hit her with a wooden stick, claiming that it was so my mother could experience the pain she felt. You have no heart! You deserve to be burned in hell! #ExposeMadamBuenavista

she asked, her voice dripping with disbelief. El-Kharis stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the stone floor. "She is under my protection," he snapped. "That is all you need to know." As he turned to leave, a powerful presence filled the room. The temperature seemed to drop as a woman stepped forward, her aura commanding and fierce. Her long black hair flowed like a river of night, and her eyes gleamed a deep, unsettling red. Every demon in the room stood, bowing their heads in respect. Her skin was pale, almost luminescent, and her presence radiated a cold, unyielding power that sent shivers down their spines.

I say with a wink. She, of course, lets out a little gasp, "Wait, What! Samael, you should have told me!" She shrieks. "I'm just kidding, love," I reply. The book makes a loud slamming noise against the table as it flips open to the very first page. Lilith, Queen of the Demons, Mother of Succubi, Mate to Lucifer, was Katrina's mother. There wasn't any doubt now; Katrina was a powerful demon. A Demi-Demon.

But it's her eyes—brilliant green orbs full of fire and unspoken strength that ensnare me. The vision shifts. A demon looms, a grotesque predator whose presence sends waves of fury through me. It targets her and an older woman, her mother perhaps. The demon's attack is merciless, scorching the older woman from the inside out, leaving her broken and lifeless. Another scene flashes before me: a man, her father, sleeping soundly as the same demon descends, its claws tearing through him with monstrous precision.

At first, he was quiet as if he was thinking before saying anything, but I also told him what that guy said about the gods being real, and I wished they were to help me with my father. “I’m sorry but I’m not sure if the gods exist, but I do know that demons do.” “Oh, come on Aaron. Demons are real now.” “Yes, and if your soul is strong enough that you’ll be able to summon one to help cure your father.” “Ok, and if I say that I believe in what you said. Do you know how to summon one?” “Yes, my mother has been practicing the dark art since she was six years old. She was taught by my grandma and has some books that I can show you.”

The demon was here. “Mom!” I screamed. It charged. I froze. Then, suddenly—I was flung to the side. I rolled across the floor and landed hard. Dazed. Mom stood between me and the creature, power pulsing around her like a shield. “You will not take her,” she growled. The demon hissed, its voice otherworldly: “Trah ni fa grain bagag… Key!” Key. That word again. “You will not stand here,” Mom said, her voice rising with divine power. “By the Goddess who flows through me, I command you, return to your realm!”

Jamari’s mother and my mother are two of the same. Disgusting! ‘Why isss ssshe even here?’ My Demon asks in my mind, speaking up for the first time since that fight with my mother. ‘To play the role of dutiful mother I suppose.’ Is my snarky reply to my Demon who doesn’t have a name. Or does he? ‘Do Demons have names like the wolves?’ I ask him, settling into the couch to wait out Kenji’s Elders as they look over Jamari.

"How did your mother die?" "A human name Julie arrived in the Demon Realm, and Mother took pity on her and hired her as a maid. She was young and clumsy, and I made friends with her because she was nice. But she was putting on a mask." Dad glanced at me. "She seduced my Father and became pregnant. At the same time, my mother got sick for unknown reasons because demons can't get sick. Golven said Mother was given Divinity." "Divinity?" I frown, then ask, "what's that?"