Demon Of War Novels & Stories

“Situations change, Idamus…either way doesn’t change the issue that I need your help with.” “Hmm…” Idamus nodded, as he thought. “I’m just concerned…everything that seems to be happening right now is because of this demon.” He raised his hand in a plea at Ruben’s icy glare as his eyes started to blaze. “Hear me out…if you please…conflicts have arisen within your clan and that of Lord Semenov, you have taken responsibility for the slaughter of humans and the burning of two locations in the South of the city…there is also conflict arising from a werewolf pack up state that your men raided, fought with, killed and arrested the survivors for drug dealing…meanwhile reports coming in clearly state

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

*** The answer came like a pressure behind her eyes. *** *We are what comes after war.* *** Silence fell. *** Even the bravest in the room felt it then. *** Not fear. *** Futility. *** ### The Truth Unveiled Raven’s eyes narrowed. *** “You sent the Demonkin.” *** *They are a function.* *** Not pride. Not ownership. *** Purpose. *** “They’re your army.” *** A pause. *** *They are the first layer.* *** The words settled like ice. *** ### The Weight of Scale

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

You could all properly remembered that my brother alongside his wife was killed In the forest. Eventhough they are if the Lycan's blood or species,? Who among the other clans if the werewolves could actually stand us? I arched my eyes in askance staring from the least at the extreme of the line to the nearest in my presence. Waiting for an answer or perhaps an interruption. None of it was Coming which satisfied my inner glee. "The demon's clan!"I listened as my voice echoed around the hall, with the faces of my subordinates raising up in gust and shock.

It concerned me that they were involved. There was only two reasons. This war was about to become incredibly bloody, and they were vultures circling in waiting. Or, Veron had made a deal with Demons. I didn't want to believe that, I didn't know if I could. No one controlled Demons, hell, they hadn't been seen in... I felt the warmth and sparks, smelt his calming scent, before Theo's hand wrapped my waist, pulling me back against him gently and cutting off my thinking with a pulse and need.

Damon screamed and burst into his demon form and so much anger coursed through his veins, that it prompted his third red eye to open on his forehead. Zeneca and Damon wrecked havoc on the rogue army as they brutally killed everything and everyone that came in their way and none of the Diamond Heart warriors dared to venture out and take the risk of killing the enemy, in the fear of getting killed themselves by the seething Demon Prince and Alpha she wolf who were blinded with anger.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

I see the worry in her eyes as she says, “He is in the presence of a Demon. It was this Demon that cut our connection…” I give her a small smile, as I am not really surprised. The one responsible for the war had all sorts of supernaturals fighting for him, so it wouldn’t be that much for him to have kept some of them, even after his defeat. I also didn’t feel any resistance from Romeo as our connection was cut, so he obviously trusted this Demon. Though if Romeo wasn’t fighting our connection, our mate bond, then even this Demon wouldn’t be able to come between us.

Most dragons were solitary and rarely had any reason to assemble. When I was young, my mother told me stories of the supernatural wars and the great dragon generals and warriors. I was surprised the gods had decided this was enough of a fight to be worthy of a Pendragon. I listened as another man spoke. “I’m Veles, Vasili of the desire demons. I free every demon who hears this from any commands I issued while under the influence of the government. Forgive me, please. Any who have the blood of demons in them, who disagree with what has been done to supernaturals and our people, follow your heart to me and fight.” He urged.