Demon Mikaela Novels & Stories

"Scarlett." ******

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Revenge “My name is Elena Matthews,” the woman whispered, her voice trembling as she stared into Claud’s compelling blue eyes. Her fear was palpable, but under the influence of his power, she couldn’t resist the urge to speak. “I released the demon to help me kill the men who molested me and killed my family.”

I go to him and ask, "Dex, where is Rael? Did he return back to the main base? I thought he is going after Vallen." Listening to how I calmly call Mikael's nickname he gasps in shock. " What did you just say? Rael?! How? What? Who gives you permission to do that? You wanna die girl?" I put on my neutral face hearing him getting shocked due to his own overthinking. When he finally look calmer I said, "Just now, before all the ruckus happen. Mikael and I were on stage and we had a small talk where it consist of him giving his content on me calling him Rael."

At least, that was what Johan had thought. Then Luca’s phone had buzzed. Jojo: Bro. You won’t believe this. Luca had sighed, unlocking his screen. Jojo: Guess who’s sucking dick like a bitch? Luca’s frown deepened. Jojo: Mikael. On his knees. Like a good little boy pussy. LMAO. Luca’s blood had turned to ice. Mikael. A legend among the Fangs, already feared in the underworld. Brutal. Precise. A name that demanded respect.

The euphemism of affection drips with latent danger, and it sends a shiver down Demika’s spine. Selena stands frozen, her face a mask of accismus, pretending disinterest in the woman before her. But Demika sees it—the way her friend’s body tightens, the way her breath hitches for just a fraction of a second. Selena may have expected her, but that doesn’t make this moment any less harrowing. Demika is enthralled and unsettled. This is her first time seeing the legendary Seraphina—the epitome of vampyric power, the woman whom she’d spoken her name, only in hushed, reverent tones.

Then we will kill your beloved Alicia," Lucius said, and behind Michael BELPHEGOR held his energy knife to Alicia's neck. - Don't kill her, I'll tell you the password from the heavenly net! Mikhail said, fearing for Alicia's life. "Hurry!" Lucius urged - 12. 09. 1987. 2. 01. Mikhail dictated in fear. "What do these numbers mean?" – demanded a response Lucius. - These numbers indicate the date and time of birth of the reincarnation of the ancient demon of Decarta, quickly replied Michael, You got what you wanted now let her go! "I thought so! BELPHEGOR fulfill the request of this wretched creature! Lucius said, and BELPHEGOR plunged his knife into Alicia's energy structure and she fell d

Even she can't deny that the Seraphina is beautiful, so why does her irritation with herself keep growing? Melissa know that she is the most beautiful one in the entire department. She does everything she can to enhance her beauty and match their boss, Devon. Melissa is super proud of herself because she's the only woman Devon trusts to prepare his milk. In Melissa's mind, getting closer to this guy is a must, even though she knows he's intimidating. After all, he's the mafia king, and she's doing everything possible to catch Devon's attention. He wants the demon fall for her, even the demon is already in love with an angel.

Lena demanded “and who the hell are you?” “Oh, so sorry. I’m Mikaela”, she said and gave a small curtsy “as for the interested party…I’m afraid I’ve already said too much”. “Then I suppose there’s no use for you any more”, Lena growled, she stepped forward, setting her hands on fire only to cry out as she was stabbed by a knife. “H-Harrison”, she gasped, staring at the raven haired young man. She stumbled back, collapsing to the ground.

Christian offered. "No! Just stay away from me." Makaila picked herself up and started dragging it to walk. "Come on you can't go in this state. You could get killed." Christian's voice showed pure concern. "I rather die than to be here with people who are planning to kill me. Fück off asshole!" Makaila said gruffly, her voice hoarse with pain. Christian cringed as he looked at her face that was contoured in so much pain and agony. They have caused this girl so much pain. He could have stopped them, he knew he could have. But he was more concerned about his image and reputation.