Demonic Father Novels & Stories

Instead, he walked toward the fireplace, staring into the flames. “My father trusted Vincent Devereaux.” “He considered him a friend.” “He believed they were building an empire together.” His voice remained calm. “But trust is expensive.” “And betrayal is even more so.” Elena listened in silence. “The next morning,” Damien continued, “my father was found dead.” “The police called it suicide.” “They closed the case within forty-eight hours.” He let out a bitter laugh. “My father didn’t kill himself.” “You believe Vincent murdered him?” “I don’t believe.”

"You were so wild, so full of fight... I enjoyed every second of it." "You are... you are a monster!" I breathed out, horrified. "Monster?" He chuckled darkly. "I am a man who takes what he wants. And you... you were there, crying, vulnerable, ripe for the taking. Did you think your little boyfriend was the only Moretti who could have you?" "You are his father... How could you...?!"

That tiny shift in his expression when he sees me standing beside Austin. Recognition. Shock. Something darker right underneath it. Then it disappears instantly behind cold professionalism. Austin’s arm tightens lightly around my waist while completely oblivious to the fact that the room suddenly feels like it’s collapsing around me. Dad smiles easily. “Sandra, this is Kelvin Clayton.” Kelvin. Clayton. My blood runs cold. Austin’s father. Oh my God. The room suddenly feels too warm. Too small. I can barely hear anything over the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Damien smirk. Don stoop up from the floor, and turn into something huge… … … … . SLAY MONSTER???? "Slay monster?? But I captured you??". Damien questioned surprisingly. How come it's here?? "Wrong! You took my father away, not me". He groaned. " I'm Dante Olson ". Dante said, who's also known as Don Damien suddenly laughs. " So I captured your father and you're looking for the white goblin instead of your father?? If I were your father I would have killed you the day you were born". Damien said.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

I was sprawled on my bed, scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the fact that my brain was, as usual, replaying the latest Gabriel dream. Yeah, that Gabriel. My dad's best friend. The one who haunted my sleep with those ridiculously handsome smiles and touches that felt so real, I'd wake up all flustered and confused. He was, like, thirty-something, noble, always dressed sharp, and totally off-limits. My forbidden fantasy. My secret obsession since I was, like, fifteen. "Coming!" I yelled back, shoving the embarrassing thoughts away. Gotta act normal. Always normal. I trudged downstairs. Dad was already there, looking a bit nervous, which was weird. Mom was practically bouncing. "Sit

“You little slut! You’re behind all this nonsense, aren’t you?” Damien thrust deep, making me moan right into the phone. Kael continued, reckless and furious. “Dad, you can do that? Oops… I think someone is in need. Are you fucking her right now? You whore!” I bit my lip as Damien slammed into me faster. The wet sounds of his thick cock destroying my pussy were loud enough for Kael to hear. “Yes… I’m getting fucked so good right now,” I moaned shamelessly. “Harder, Damien… fuck me harder while your son listens.”

I woke up in the morning to Jeremy crying, I picked him up and gave him a big cuddle. I looked into his brown eyes and it reminded me so much of Darren. I made him a bottle and held him closely as I fed him, I ran my fingers through his little hairs, and thought about what I should do. What would be the best thing for him, Darren was his father but he was sort of a wreck, although when he was sober he was funny and helpful. He was my best friend and I felt so in love with him, we had a special bond. When he wasn’t sober he was a mess, he was abusive and a liar and always playing games. He was dangerous and he scared me so much.

"If I answer that then you must answer one of my questions." "Alright." Kade shrugged. "We have the same father." Lucien began his explanation as he moved to sit in one of the wicker garden chairs. "After the unseen war, as part of shaping the new balance, our father married my mother. Our father is a demon, and my mother is an angel. It was a political union and one both agreed to. Unfortunately, our father had a wandering eye and ended up making a lower ranking demon his mistress. She got pregnant and dumped baby Dante on our father, never to be seen again. My parents raised Dante but there was always a darkness in him. Eventually Dante disappeared as well until the beginning of the 18th c

The psychopathic lord stated, his tone layered with concern. When Darkous had accompanied his friend to meet with his family, everything had begun decently and Dorian was welcomed with open arms. Only, the feral immortal was highly unpredictable and when his father had arrived home, things quickly took a turn for the worst. Dorian’s father wouldn’t believe a word that he said, deciding instead that the animal-like man was no longer his son because of what he had become. The psychopathic lord had attempted to calm the escalating argument, but unfortunately; it had already gotten out of hand. The feral being within Dorian had been unleashed during the fight, tragically resulting in the death o