Demon Mother Novels & Stories

Lilith finally spoke, her terrifying yet calm and alluring voice echoing across the room, prompting El-Kharis to sit down again. "What do you say, Mother?" he asked calmly, turning to Lilith, the mother of all demons despite not being a demon herself. "Like you said, she was an orb before you brought her here and mated with her, causing her pure heart to be tainted and turn into a demon's heart. That change enabled her to wield all five elements," Lilith explained, adding to their confusion. "I don't quite understand, Mother," El-Kharis admitted, still perplexed.

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.

One of his eyes was stuck in the thorns, that was the first thing he saw before he felt the thick, cold liquid dwinden through his body. "I will give you a name," The demon raised his face, seeing a woman with long black hair falling from the side of her body "If you behave, I will return to you who you are. Completely, I will give you back to yourself." The woman's face seemed something still in time, not so young and not so old. The image of beauty, the representation of the Mother.

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.”

Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender. Belle's entire soul was engulfed by an overwhelming sense of dread as the demon's words echoed in her ears. Her fear was not merely for the terrifying entity before her but for the painful memories it unearthed. Her late mother, a woman of undeniable beauty, had lived a life of hardship as a prostitute.

We all gasps when we all see that the light slowly lessen its brightness and there stands before us a woman in pure white like the spirit we saw in the Forbidden Land but this time we can see her face and a queen crown on top of her head. “Mo- Mother!” Queen Veronica utters in pure shock making us look at her then to the bright spirit before us. “Hello, my children. It’s been a long time, Veronica… Demonica.” The spirit said as she smile and look at Veronica and Demonica who is still struggling in pain. “Mother? Ho- how...” Veronica said unable to utter a word.

Not even the birthplace of her mother. "No you don't, only the things your father chose to tell you. Your mother is a Greater Demon, Maddie. And she has been killing mortals all over New York. We need to find her and take her down." The tears that had been threatening to drop finally did, and Maddie curled in on herself, hugging her legs tight "I don't know what to believe anymore. I have a mother?" "Yes, Maddie, you do" "Can you excuse me? I need some time to process this, please"

After all, she was my mother, and her soul was so corrupted by vengeance and hate that darkness had possessed her completely. They came close enough for me to hear them. “Romeo, surrender yourself, give me your soul, and your mate might be spared.” My mother´s demonic voice sounded around, and then she continued, “Spare all the innocent souls we will be taking with us to hell. It is a good bargain, your pitiful life for all of theirs.” She cackled.

Her face looked calm and gentle, and I wondered if she was the daughter of Stan. "I saw what my mother did to you. She made you do evil. You hurt people you don't want to hurt. I'm so sorry. I felt like crying at that moment. I felt the great urge to hit my mother for doing such a thing to you, but my hands are tied down." She mumbled and bowed her head in sadness. "You don't have to come near me. Your mother isn't who you know anymore. She is the body of Dracula, the demon king. She won't hesitate to kill you if you dare to go against her in any way." I exhaled.