Demon Witch Novels & Stories

"You are joking. I know you can't be a product of a witch and demon. You are so sweet and soft hearted. Like I told you, creatures that are partly demon and witch are believed to be cold hearted. It is said that you can easily identity them due to their hostility."she said. "Enough! I have heard enough of your stories!"I suddenly yelled at her. "What happened? Why are you shouting at me?" She asked, puzzled. "You are talking rubbish about me. I am partly demon, Witch and human. Got it?" I said. "What?"sh seemed shocked and scared at a moment. "Yes. Am all that."I said. "This means you can cure me."she said including the use of gestures with her hand.

I raised a brow, but as weird as it sounded, I didn’t believe in vampires either until I saw Evan’s fangs for myself. There was so much about the world that I didn’t understand, but the more I learned, the more I remembered the “lessons” my dad used to give me. All the metaphors about the damned didn’t feel so metaphorical anymore. “A witch who’s entered a pact with a demon,” he explained, his eyes fixed on me as I started the shower. “A demon?” I turned to openly gawk at him, eyes wide. “And why should we trust her?” “She’s one of the Wives of Lilith—as far as demons go, Lilith is one of the more . . . friendly ones.”

Hell, he needs more time to enjoy his family and be a better King! The Demon Realm, is his weakness. He can’t fail there, or they would be released upon earth. Imagine how that burden can weigh heavily on any being. As a Dark Witch, with dark magic lingering through my whole body, I should be able to fix an imperfection in the world that demons escape through. Right? We must be able to do something about it! We don’t need his birth mother! I’ve studied many demon spells too, I KNOW, I can do something!

The teenagers are too busy talking to notice her prying eyes and the creepy smile on her face. "I've never met a demon before. You aren't quite what I expected." The woman informs me. Her fingernails are painted pink, and her clothes are colorful. Everything about her is noticeable. She reminds me of a peacock, except her hair is blonde. "Long ago, when the Fae were at war with the vampires, I heard rumors of the witches creating demons." "Demon," I correct her, squinting. "There is only one demon the witches created," a chuckle slips out through my mouth. Bitterness has latched onto my heart. "But that's not entirely correct—I was merely summoned from hell to possess a human body."

But I understand he didn’t meet me at that time. “Any person you noticed…in particular?” He narrowed his eyes, “None I can think of. No one had ever captured my attention. Except one time…” he pulled me on his lap while he sat on the sofa. “What was it?” “There was this…witch I think. She used to worship me. Demons can be worshiped to summon them. But summoning a demon, especially a high-ranking one is tough. It takes years of patience and practice. This one witch, I don’t know what her name was or what she looked like, worshiped me like she loved me.”

Bram murmured something I couldn’t quite catch to himself, but offered no suggestions. The witch’s equivalent to a lycan was a demon. Demons were the near immortals that spawned several paranormal species, similar to how lycans were responsible for all shifters. Similar to lycans, no one really knew their origin story, or who the first was. It was fun to compare and contrast the origin stories, though.

The Witch now looked deep into thought for a minute before she says, “If the demon is older and mature maybe but I believe it would take more than one to feed from her at the same time to send her back to hell.” How the hell were we going to find another demon like Christopher? It’s not like we had a sloth of demons at our service, and even if we did have another demon, she was saying it maybe would work. “There has to be another way to fight her.” I say out loud as frustration now fills me. Alpha Reese then moves closer to where the Witch is sitting and says, “You say the Moon Witch is drawing her strength from both witch and the wolf that are associated with the moon for their powers. What

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

“Stop talking to the guy!” Scott McGowen yelled at her. He was a 30yr old gang boss, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He lusted for power and in his lust had made a pact with a Demon Lord, which resulted in being given her. She was a beautiful young golden haired demon foot soldier, given to him to do his bidding and aid him in his rise to power, but she was more than that she was extremely powerful and needed to be kept on a very short leash. The great thing for Scott McGowen was that the contract made her, his…in every way, shape and form that he wanted to use her. All he had to do was give her an order and she had to obey it. Of course, Scott was going to use it for that, and the inf