Demon Wolves Novels & Stories

He could feel his demon’s eyes on him and how embarrassing it was . “Because you were too slow, you should have figured it out,” he said, trying to stand up. “How?” she snapped. “I was showing all over me!” he exclaimed. “The dark aura, red eyes, and even my fire. How could you not know?” he asked, standing up fully. She thought about and those things gave him away, but she never thought he was a demon. Demon and wolves hate each other, so how did his parents birth a demon wolf hybrid? How is he the king of demons when demons and wolves hate each other to the core?

Nyles said helplessly. Anastasia shuddered inwardly. She had heard all about that man. The demon wolf who had an insatiable taste for blood and death. They also said he had connections to the human world–a place her people have been forbidden to go because it was a place where they were worshipped–humans worshipped Faes whom they call Fairy. Offerings were given to them by these humans and the Faes thrive on this offerings. The people of her kingdom was highly protected, for they were the highest species in the Lorea Empire. Faes were also not allowed to step out of Vilinski for fear that the demon wolf was lurking around. And also because of most of them, no all of them, fear that they will

he said, his voice unwavering. He worked for hours, chanting incantations and drawing intricate symbols on the talisman. And as he finished, he placed it in my hands, his eyes meeting mine. "This talisman will protect you from the Demon werewolf's charm," he said. "But be warned, it is not foolproof. You must still be vigilant, and never let your guard down." "Do not underestimate the Demon werewolf," he warned. "He is one of the most powerful and cunning creatures in all of the supernatural realm. His charm is strong, and he can manipulate even the strongest-willed individuals."

Anaya said. “We can figure that out after we've left here alive,” Derren said. He and his warrior wolves shifted into their wolves and rushed into battle with the demons. These demons were strong, but since they were only made from humans, they weren't as powerful as werewolves, so Derren and his wolves found it easy to beat them. Elizabeth looked around and found that her minions were losing to Derren and his warrior wolves. She yelled, then suddenly dropped to the ground with enormous force, cracking it and causing a shock wave that pushed everything around her away, except Anaya.

“I detest everything about you and if you must die for you to be quiet, then so be it.” I shift into my half-form, letting my cat surge to the surface. The time for talk has ended, this has gone on long enough. He also shifts, a dark mass rising from his skin to hover threateningly over him. Looking into the red eyes in those shadows makes my blood run cold. “The demon wolf.” My mind supplies immediately, even though it is my first time seeing him. I shake my head to rid it of the confusion and with a snarl, I gather my soldiers and attack.

author pov Demon was hiding in the woods and watching the wolves from the three different packs work together. He watched as some worked to build new houses, barns, sheds, and even a new school for all of the new children. The hospital was being added on, and the firepit was enlarged with a second fire, with more tables, chairs, and benches. He wondered why they needed such a large fire pit and so many places for people to sit. People, or wolves, as Lorna had taught him, were strange. They mostly were with each other doing things all the time. They fought pretend wars with each other, which they called training. Demon didn't have to ask why they did that, he knew from what had just happened

Demi-Wolves were much smaller and skinnier than NightWolves. They had similar black fur, but they didn’t have any special ability going for them. Their strongest—or practically only weapons—were their sharp claws and fangs. These were E-Tier Monsters. On the same level as mob monsters like Goblins and the like. ‘At least they’re stronger than Slimes, right?’ Rey smiled wryly. It would have made his heart sink if they were made to fight slimes after all the training and preparations they had gone through for such a day.

But he still looks meek against Fenrir. Fenrir was twice his size. A giant wolf, perhaps passing for a Lycan, the largest but long-extinct werewolf race. Fenrir’s wolf was skinnier but was evidently muscled and agile. He was a midnight black wolf, who had rich fur, and his dark eyes were more slanted, like that of a fox’s—unlike Flavian’s round, doe-like eyes. They were the perfect polar opposites. Their stark contrast, as much as I hate to admit it, is a fascinating thing to witness.

There was no other person present in my chambers when it happened. Wolves don’t harness the ability to summon fire; the only creatures that could do that were the Aureonnas or a… demon.

It moved with impossible speed and brutal efficiency. The creature caught Darius in its jaws and threw him. He flew twenty feet and crashed into the fortress wall with a sickening crunch. He didn't get up. "DARIUS!" I screamed. Two more wolves joined the fight. Damon and Dominic, both shifted, both attacking from different angles. They worked together perfectly, like they shared one mind. Dominic went for the legs while Damon aimed for the eyes. It wasn't enough. The demon-wolf caught Dominic with a backhand swipe that sent him tumbling across the courtyard. Damon managed to tear out a chunk of shadow-flesh, but the wound healed instantly. The creature caught him by the scruff of his neck an