Demon Mother Novels & Stories

"But remember, the Demon werewolf is not to be trifled with. If you ever feel like you are in danger, you must come to me immediately." "Thank you," I said. "I won't forget your words of caution." The Lycan sorcerer nodded, his eyes fixed on me. "Remember, the Demon werewolf is a formidable opponent," he said. "But with the talisman, you stand a fighting chance." After thanking the Lycan sorcerer, my stepfather and I made our way back through the dense woods towards our home. The path was treacherous, and we had to navigate through thickets and fallen logs to make our way forward.

Under its shadow, a middle-aged woman was meditating with her eyes closed. “That’s my mother,” Desmond whispered to me. I exhaled in relief. His mother looked peaceful and surprisingly stunningly attractive. That outer beauty, however, was false. She must also be a frightening creature with horns, wings, and tails. I would have passed out if I had met her looking like that. “I heard what you said,” Desmond’s mother spoke. Oh no! Was she talking about my thoughts? I did call her a terrifying winged creature in my head. Damn demons and their mind-reading abilities!

“Mom.” He calls, but something is not right as his mother is standing still with her face covered with her hair and a shadow looming behind her. To the eerie sound that echoes, like he is a trap and engulf in a dark and hallow space, a foul smell stench the place. Immediately covers his nose and knew all too well that a demon is hunting him through his mother, a tentacle-shaped demon forms behind his mother’s back. “Why, why don’t you just die?” Whispering its desire as he is taken by surprise and did not expect such greed as the demons only lunches their control to those weak at mind, heart, and spirit, worst with a desire for revenge and blood. His tears fall realizing that his mother want

Mother whispers, stunned to see Demir in this form. He breathes heavily and drools from his mouth form. "To gain more power, I consumed so many souls and had them into energy." He raises his arms wide. "Now, the whole Demon Realm will bow down to their new king!" "First, you used the souls of the deceased from the mortals turning them into mindless corpses now using the forbidden dark arts of magic that has been lost for ages," Mother states; her spear starts to glow, and she summoned a translucent shield. "I have no choice but to stop you!"

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.

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!”

“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…”

He replied and I suddenly felt coldness in my body. "Since you are the only Demon, I like most, not even your mother. I can kill her and you know" He replied and that hurt like a bee sting. My Daddy don't love my mummy, she is a Demon sex slave to my Daddy and currently, she is on errand for him. She is like the puppet of all Demons even if she is more than five thousand years old. She only possessed the power to disappear. If not for my Daddy, she will be treated like trash in the family by other Demons because the stronger the power the stronger the respect.

“She was sent here by our Goddess Selene and the Dragon God Typhon to keep an eye on me.” My mother’s eyes roamed over Demi’s body. I know what she’s thinking, Demi looks nothing like a warrior of the Gods right now. Regardless of my mother’s questioning, she still found her manners and greeted Demi the way a true Luna Queen would. Stepping closer, my mother gently hugged Demi, then leaned back taking her hand in hers.

It's clear she hasn't changed. “I just want my daughter back.” She has the audacity to look sad, as if anything out of her mouth has ever been the truth. I scowl. “No you don’t. You want something else.” “I can take you away from this all. I can stop everyone from chasing you down," she assures me, pointing toward the door as if to signify the world that currently wants me dead for who I am... People like my mother have perpetuated the idea that Demon's are evil, that they can't be trusted. It's because of her that people want me dead, and now she's trying to tell me that she can help? I don't believe her.