Demon Witch Novels & Stories

She got her wings by becoming a demoness. One day, she met Satan, the king of hell. She started living in hell beside him and worked for him. However, she fell in love with him. Her devotion made her crazy about Satan, who viewed Lilith as a diminutive demoness under him. All he wanted from her was to have children so that demons and demoness could spread more. Satan had many women around him. Everyone was working for him, producing children. However, among them, there was a woman extremely close to Satan. Her name was Astrit.

Clea was too shocked to say anything. "You're a descendant of the Goddess Fló. A sworn protector of this town and the towners. A witch that became a demon. Ohalo is awakening the formerly asleep demon energy in you." "Demon?!" Kali exclaimed again. Clea was shaken. She didn't even know what being a Demon meant. There was no way for her to believe it since she didn't even understand. No wonder. It was close to what Kali theorized;

Once again congratulations on becoming a demon. Ban: Ahhh. I totally forgot about that. Demons are long lasting creatures and not to mention the fact that I might really have to take- take over the Avere- -- ( Ehhh???... why am I feeling so dizzy all of a sudden??.. I can't keep my eyes open. My hearing is bad too. What is happening?) ''BAN? BAN? BANNNnnnnn.......''

“You know in this land there are far more creatures than you ever guessed. You’ve been very sheltered in Drimidan.” “I guess I have.” I admitted softly. I wasn’t even sure my parents knew of all the things out there. “There was a time, long ago when the land was predominantly Fey.” “But as Fey darkened some lost their power and became human. Others became twisted and their power darkened to make them other things.” “Like Mathis?” She nodded. “They become what we know as demonic. Or what the people of Drimidan might call a witch or warlock.” I blinked slowly. I’d heard of such things, but they were spoken of in tales that I’d thought were only designed to frighten children.

“Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!” The demon growled deeper, baring his fangs, but I squeezed my arm, making it clear that he was about to get a sock in the jaw instead of fresh bodies, and he finally submitted. “I swear on the blood and power of my kin that this night, I shall not harm the one who has summoned me.” “And?” “And I shall not harm anyone except for those he orders me to.” “Until...” “Until I leave this world!” The demon was furious; red sparks appeared on his wolf fur, his skull gleaming with reflected moonlight. Had I forgotten that part of the oath, he would have found a way to use it against me. Demons are masters when it comes to such things.

The demon could smell her purity, greed and avarice like the scent of ripening apples or the sweet, heavy scent of blooming dama de noche mixing with sampaguita. “Bring me wealth, power and influence. Bring me everything that my heart desires!” The demon cackled at her greed. He was still formless like a will-o-wisp. If she offered her body and power then he could achieve a corporeal form. “You’re a presumptuous witchling but I like your strong will."

Oniko asked as we sat down. “No.” I shook my head. “Are they also a part of the witches?” “No,” Oniko growled, a look of pure hatred surfacing quickly upon his face. “They are demons who used to be humans, blood drinkers, and they are very fast, powerful and deadly.” I frowned thoughtfully. “You mean like vampires?” “Yes, I think that’s what you call them.” “Vampires don’t exist!” I blurted sharply, looking back at Iditan for support. This had to be a prank or something. “They are—”

The ferry became completely silent except for the sound of water hitting the wood. “I have seen villages wiped out overnight,” she continued softly. “Men turned mad by whispers. Children stolen from their mothers. Entire packs erased.” Even Derek wasn’t interrupting her now. Her old eyes finally landed on him. “The Demon Wolf exists for a reason,” she said quietly. “A necessary evil to keep witches under control.” My chest tightened. Derek’s jaw clenched. “But witches hate balance,” the woman continued. “They hate boundaries. They always want more power.” A cold wind suddenly swept across the ferry.

If you’re going to show up, now’s the time. “What are you?” the demon draws closer. “You smell human but you’re so much more.” “I’m a witch, dumbass,” I croak out. “You’re not much of a demon if you can’t tell that.” “Witches are humans at their core. Big weakness, if you ask me. But you…you’re something more and it’s like I was expecting a snack but got a whole dang meal!” His dark eyes drill into mine. “You might be what we need.”

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.