Demonic Father Novels & Stories

My Father interjected firmly, his eyes slowly switching to show the ferociousness of his wolf as he turned to eye Blackwood, feeling his protective aura spread to me. "I hope your son's arrogant mouth hasn't just written a check that YOU can't cash!" My Father announced, putting his hand on my shoulder and leading us away in the opposite direction Damien had gone. Turning to check Marcus was behind us, I frowned, seeing him planted firmly between the demonic lord who had taken his mate years ago and us.

He pointed his index finger at me, then put it in front of my breasts and ran it all the way up my skin until he lifted my chin. “People who show a lot of resistance annoy me,” he said, and I looked at him angrily. “Didn't my father tell you what I looked like when he sold me?” I asked angrily. “So you know,” Dante said, amused. “This is even better than I thought.” “Why would you make a deal with the devil?” I asked incredulously. "My father is a terrible man; the moment he thinks it's convenient, he's going to kill you. He'll take everything you have, and you'll be just a distant memory. I know, I know who the monster is that fathered me."

From his otherworldly physical features to his quirks and strange tendencies, a lot of things point back to the truth- his father is a demon, and a high-ranking one at that. His sojourn in all seven continents, from the ‘island continent’ of Australia to the icy regions of Antarctica, was instrumental in obtaining clues, but he still requires one final push. The search for his father required lots of time and resources, and what more does a demon who happens to be the sole heir to the business empire belonging to the famed Lascivus Läwst have than lots of time and money?

I grab Demi and push her to the left as Drake moves to the right, narrowly escaping the flame. My father’s body begins to shift and morph into that of his human. He doesn’t bother to look my way. His attention is glued to Drake. The only demon who has stepped foot in our kingdom in over twenty years. My father must have felt Drake’s presence the moment we stepped out of the portal. Shit’s about to get bad. “What the fuck are you doing here?” My Dad hisses as he walks towards Drake looking as if he is ready to rip his head off. If I’m not careful, he just might do that.

I grab Demi and push her to the left as Drake moves to the right, narrowly escaping the flame. My father’s body begins to shift and morph into that of his human. He doesn’t bother to look my way. His attention is glued to Drake. The only demon who has stepped foot in our kingdom in over twenty years. My father must have felt Drake’s presence the moment we stepped out of the portal. Shit’s about to get bad. “What the fuck are you doing here?” My Dad hisses as he walks towards Drake looking as if he is ready to rip his head off. If I’m not careful, he just might do that.

I whimpered, my lips trembling as I tried to keep my voice steady. "She is missing." One guard among the little crowd that had gathered, responded as the medical team was aligning my father's body, which was mangled almost beyond recognition, and the only weapon that was able to do such was the dark magic of a high-ranking demon. He was killed in a torturous way, as if the killer had a deep grudge against him.

Answers I knew Nate would never give me. I sucked in a shaky breath and proceeded to walk into his room. I shuddered as I remembered what Nate had said to me yesterday. 'I killed my father.' Goosebumps rose on my arms. Nate wasn't a murderer. Sure, he was terrifying at times and incredibly domineering but definitely not a murderer. I tried to reassure myself. I knew he wouldn't hurt anyone intentionally, that's why I was so desperate for answers right now, I wanted to understand him and this happened to be the only way I could.

“Let’s remain respectful. Sadie, do you feel any… presence inside you? Voices? Urges you cannot control?” I stepped closer, close enough to catch the clean, masculine scent of him—soap, incense, and something darker underneath. “Only the urge to get properly fucked, Father. Which I handle just fine. Usually.” My voice dropped. “Though I wouldn’t mind some divine assistance right now.” Mom gasped. Dad looked ready to burst a blood vessel. “See, Father? The demon is bold!” Father Francis raised a hand. “Please, wait outside. I’ll speak with Sadie privately and begin the rite.”

That got the smallest ghost of a smile out of him, gone almost as soon as it appeared, like it had surprised even him. "My father erased a person," he said again, like he needed to keep saying it to make it real. "What kind of man does that to his own son?" "The kind who's scared of losing everything he built." "That's not an excuse." "I didn't say it was." He finally reached for my hand, turning it over, looking at the faint silver line still cut across my palm from the crown. It hadn't healed the way a normal wound would. It just sat there, thin and pale, like something the crown wanted me to remember every time I looked down.