Demonic Father Novels & Stories

He could smell her excitement. “Eden Tapachula was the first demon to unite the realms. To hold them under one power and keep the peace. He had power over water and all elements requiring it to survive. Argus Ardehi, my grandfather was a War Demon who had great interest in architecture and the science of mechanisms. Ehecatl Adelmund Remigius, my father descended from the tribe of fire and wind. He was knighted Sur Ehecatl Adelmund Remigius when he shielded my mother from an attack. As the most powerful demon in terms of magic, my mother considered him the most suitable mate, making him the previous Vasileois.”

Abigail’s father yells “The one you are planning on killing.” Damian said while walking inside the room Abigail and her father was. Abigail and her father was shocked to see Damian, but what was even more shocking was Damian eyes, his eyes turned into a burning flame. That was a sign that he was angry and his demon side was ready to kill. Before Abigail’s father could say anything, Damian ran to him, with a speed Abigail couldn’t explain, in a blink of an eye Damian came in contact with Abigail’s father, he deep his hands into his chest and ripped his heart out.

Easton was now getting to his feet and stared at me, with what looked like shock in his eyes, before he says to me, “You’re a succubus. Your kind was to be extinct, centuries ago. How can this be?” I knew what a succubus was, but I had no clue that they were extinct. Knowing that I got my demon side from my father, it all made sense now why my father was with my mother the night that they had all perished. There was no doubt in my mind now that my father had been trying to suck the evilness from the Dark Goddess, but he had failed in his attempt to do so.

I searched my mind for any clues. "You’re a Demon!" I heard my father say while gasping from surprise and that answered my question. "Spot on your Vampire majesty but I’m not just any demon. I am the demon king and a true humble servant to my master, the Devil. “He then said with a humorless laugh. "I thought we killed all of you that night when my wife died." I heard my father say. "Well you didn't do a good job but just led yourselves to each other's throats." He smugly answered.

Surely there had to be a spell cast on her, to deter my emotions and seek some sort of revenge on me and my family. There was no secret. My father was, in fact, the God of Hell, but he wasn’t as evil as the souls he tormented. After my mother being saved from a sex traffic ring, he sent his own demon soldiers to act as humans, finding entire rings of darkened souls for them to feed upon. The soul eaters became father’s new favorite creation. They suck the lives of worthless humans or supernaturals, sucking them straight to the doors of torture. Bypassing the judgment table and earning a number one spot session with me. Bodies fell completely to the floor with no reason for humans of why they

This was the full embodiment of Haralthazar, Demon Lord of the Seventh Plane, and he was not a happy camper. He blazed with power, his fury a physical thing, red skin glowing with inner fire. The heat of his magic glowed in his eyes, shining from every part of him. He towered over us, enormous shoulders filling the cave, blocking out the permalight. With him came the roar of his kind, their anger fueling him. The demon within Cesard screamed for mercy as my father plunged forward with one giant hand and ripped him from the man's body. The demon's body pulled free like a snapping rubber band, to dangle across Dad's knuckles. Torsh writhed in Dad's mighty grip, twisting and turning, trying to

his father said. And then he chanted something. He caught the Latin words so clearly as if Alpha Ezra was shouting them in his ear. A strengthening spell? Or one to make him more dominant? He could feel the magic whirling around his father as it worked. “I said step aside,” his father repeated as he came up the steps again and pushed him out of the way. Or at least he tried. He didn’t budge even though his father did indeed feel stronger. He looked at his father and saw the moment his father realised that his plan would not work. He needed stronger shit than that to defeat a demon born in darkness.

His eyes were clouded with tears. "Fight back, you idiot" the voices echoed in his ears. He could not hide the tears. His heart ripped apart. These has been happening for years when it was just nine years old. His mother left his father because he - the father - could not afford to cather for her needs. No motherly love for him. His father does not like kids. He feels he - the son - is the cause of his misfortune ; no fatherly love either. He gambles and drinks with the little money he gets leaving his son to the mercy of the street. He transfers his aggression on his son whenever he is drunk. Soon enough, he - the son - met a lady, Ashanty. She became his. She showed up more like an angel i

Collins ordered and within seconds a figure with black hood emerged out of the darkness with his flaming eyes staring at Collins with dark smiles beaming from his face. " Wait I know that scent, that face, those runes... What are you? " Collins asked in confusion. " You do know about me Collins Montero but you don't just understand where and how but I will clear it up for you, I am your true father Collins... I am the demon lord of Hell... The Apocalypse Of Rage " The Hood figure answered with his unearthly voice echoed through out the dark woods. " Impossible how are you my father? My only father is... "

You cannot make me,” I say. “Actually, I can. Remember, you agreed to be here and be my princess. So yeah, I can make you, and yes, I will,” he says. He unlocks the bed top to let me out. I recoil. “No. I hate you!” I scream. Daddy pulls me out of bed. He lays me forcefully down on the table. “You will comply,” he says. I thought he was a sweet man. No, daddy is not. He is horrible.