Demon Mama Novels & Stories

"I feel so sick mama, I am sorry for being this weak." She stands immediately, her eyes shining with hatred. "You will burn in flames child; your soul will drown in the deepest oceans. I pity you; I weep for your condemned soul; I fear your heart which was born in sin. Even with the distance, your father's demonic blood runs through your veins. It has made you wretched, beyond repair, and even now, your eyes dance in flames for it is one with Satan." Mama has always hated my eye colours; she said it looked demonic.

I summoned my demon and called Haralthazar. As my demon came to me, a crippling wave of nausea tried to hold me back. I shoved it aside, refusing to let it stop me as I reached and reached, finding the edge of the doorway that was his statue, feeling for him, calling him as I had seen my mother do so many times before. She made it seem easy, but of course she had a magic bond with him to expedite matters. But, so did I. The demon within me should have been all the connection I needed.

Her eyes were bright purple like hers. No one needed to tell her who the woman was. "Mum." She whispered. ***** Demon House: Dressed in all blacks like a dark Prince, Demon disappeared. Underworld: He appeared in what looks like a throne room and a man who is a replica of him except he didn't have silver hair or eyes sat on a throne. He bowed down before him and straightened his body. He saw Camilla standing next to his father and rolled his eyes. "Father, you sent for me."

With a fierce battle cry, he launched himself at the high-ranked demon, his sword flashing in the dim light. The demon put up a valiant fight, but Damon's determination and rage ultimately proved too much. Pinning the demon to the ground, Damon's eyes blazed with fury. "Tell me what you know about my mother's death," Damon growled, his voice low and menacing. "Unless you want me to pluck out your eyes." The demon's face contorted in terror as he realized he was at Damon's mercy. With a trembling voice, he began to spill out the secrets he had kept hidden for so long.

I'm not listening anymore but zoning out, caught in a memory of long ago and how I became this person, well, not a person but the horrible demon I am today. I'm in my room and I can hear the screaming downstairs as it gets louder. It's my parents as always. I'm twelve years old and even though my parents fight all the time, this one was the worst. My father was a rage demon, and he was mated with my mother, who was a smoke demon. This argument was one they have almost every day now. You see, my parents were not destined mates.

"What if the rumors are true? What if the demon hurts you?" I managed a small smile despite everything sitting heavy in my chest. "I know Alpha Damien has a demon inside him." Mother's expression crumpled further. "But..." I gently wiped away one of her tears with my thumb. "...I'm not a weakling either, Mama."

My legs gave way and I sank to the floor. "I'm coming Verena. I'm not going to let you down again." I sighed. My mother was coming. I just needed her to hold me. I just wanted to go home.

If looks could physically kill, Regina Summers would have dissolved into ash. "Who the hell are you?!" my mom screamed, thrashing around as she tried to break free from his grip. "Let go of me, you brute!" "We finally meet, Regina Summers," Demon rasped out, his deep, gravelly voice dripping with pure poison. "Tell me... who the fuck gave an old hag like you the right to lay a hand on my Papillon?" A violent shiver ran down my spine. I had seen Demon angry before, but I had never seen him like this.

Lara went on like we hadn’t even spoken, “you want your demon half and your wolf half to fight each other for eternity.” I looked at Mom. “What is she even talking about? Demon? I’m an alpha, I shouldn't have a demon.” Mom looked sad, and I let the words flow. “Wait. Mom. Don't tell me…Did you cheat?” Mom looked like she had just been punched. “I have never cheated on your father. Even when I wanted to—because he was a goddamn devil.” “Then what—” Mom took a deep breath. “I have demon blood in me.”

“It’s a demon.” “You think? What’s its name?” David stared at his girl thinking she looked like her mother more every day. “I have no idea what its real name is.” Holding up his hand, he stopped any other questions that she was about to fire off. “He goes by many names. Sometimes its Sam and others have told me its name was James.” “Ok, I don’t understand why mom died or how this demon had anything to do with it.” “Your mom was part of a coven that dates back toward the 1700s, and they have been fighting this demon since then and a few others for that fact. And that piece of glass you found inside mom’s box is what he or it is after.”