Demon Witch Novels & Stories

He casted a spell on it that could make me look like someone else in the eyes of people for the time being. I doubted it at first, but now I can see that it’s really working. Back in time, whenever I walk in the city, the people in the streets will run away with such horrifying expressions. Of course, I was known as the Demoness who only do evil things to others, it was normal for them to be scared. And I love that. I love when people tremble in fear when they see me. Because if I am that terrifying for them, they will not have guts to take what’s mine. They will not have a chance to betray me… to hurt me. It’s such a shame that no one recognizes me now.

I yelp, pushing away from him as pain lances through me, the stinging sensation followed by a powerful burn, bright scarlet blood immediately flowing from the wound. Oliver looks triumphant. "See? Pure red blood." "You cut her?" Kastriv tenses, looking so stunned with shocked, watching the blood dribble down my wrists, my fingers and to the floor, where a small puddle is gathering. My quivering knees give out from under me, as I try to supress the waves of naseua that roll over me. "I have proven she is not a Demon," Oliver announces. Kastriv kneels down to my level. "You have proven nothing. That is an old tale that has been disproven numerous times. In fact, it was created by Demon's thems

“Even if I make a deal with a demon, I won’t let them trample on me.” That night the wind carries and blows the hatred of Veta to the evil.

Instead, I walked into my closet, picking out a sweatshirt and basketball shorts. "You can wear this for the night. I don't think it'll be smart for you to return to your room tonight." I could see the displeasure in her eyes, but she said nothing. Even though she was mad, she knew she couldn't fight off the demon herself. The other demons would have gotten the sign by now that two of their own were lost. They'd be furious and thirsty for blood. Not just any blood. Ayra's blood. She was better off staying where I could see her. The demons had no chance of getting in here. The house had a spell around it that kept demons away. It had cost a fortune to find a sorcerer that could cast the spell

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

She said coldly. There was the demon queen I’d been expecting. I could see her slip into it from time to time. She needed to be better connected to it by the time we had to fight, though. We needed a demon. Bethany got up and crossed to Madison. “What do I need to do for this spell? I’m not going back. I’m already loyal to the Ulric, I have no problem swearing to a goddess.” “Kneel in front of me.” Madison instructed.

I explained. “Mate? Servants? Camps? What the hell happened in the last month? None of this sounds like you!” He said angrily. “Deep breath. Ready?” I asked, more to myself than to him. “Go ahead.” Denny answered curtly. “I’m a concubus, Dennis. So was Indie. The reason Drayce…. I mean Patrick, took me is that he works with a male concubus called a Vasili. He’s a king of the desire demons, incubi, succubae, and concubi.”

I ask as she starts the car and steps on the gas, speeding down the dark empty road. “Raina says it’s a demon wolf. I turn to her, stunned. Demon wolves’ slaves of other supernatural beings. What are they doing here, and why would it attack Elina? “Why would it attack her?” “We don’t know, Raina believes an incubus who wants something from her sent it, but we don’t know much about why Elina since they usually avoid witches.” “Smart, witches are….” I stop when I see her scowling at me.

the witch chanted over Damien’s injured body,he looked like someone who had been ravaged by beasts but nevertheless,the witch singsong over his body, passing hot coals and portions over his head before he slowly came back to live. “Where am I?” He spoke lowly,as if calculating his next words as he looked around. Instantly, memories began rushing in,the clashing of swords,the grunting of men,the cries of innocent and weak souls as the demons attacked in their numbers. “You’re safe my Lord” the witch replied, placing her treasures and portions back in the box. “The war was fierce, right now,the demons have taken Dominion over zikia,any vampire who dares return there will face a brutal death” s

My eyes locked with his and I couldn't utter a word. 'Don't sit with me, sit somewhere else!' I wanted to say to him but I couldn't, I have a bad habit of getting my tongue stuck whenever he's around me. Thankfully, he didn't wait for my reply before he draws the chair back, making himself comfortable while he kept me locked under his spell. All eyes were fixed on me; some were staring with curiosity, probably wondering why the demigod in front of me would sit with me, while the overdressed witch wouldn't stop staring daggers at me.