Demonic Father Novels & Stories

I say. I am seriously not being dramatic. I know my uncle. I am very afraid of him. I also know that he knows very dangerous people. I am sure of it. My father once told me not to mess with Damon. If you want to see his demon side, you have to mess with him. I never understood why my father said that, because my father was not afraid of anyone, but he never messed with Damon. Although Damon was younger than him and my father was supposed to take over the company, my father was always listening to Damon. It was never the other way around. My father could never take the lead. Damon was always stronger than my father and I do not know why everybody is so afraid of him. I just know that he is a

Or worse—wanting to kill me. My new boyfriend, Lucian Nightshade, didn't believe the warnings and insisted on entering the Shrine of the Moon. My father, Damian Grimwood, the pack's Alpha, personally escorted him inside. When they came out, he slammed me to the ground and tried to strangle me. I couldn't understand what was inside that shrine that turned every man who entered it against me so violently. Even worse, I couldn't understand why Damian kept bringing them in when he knew exactly what would happen.

demon! "You fucker!"My father growled angrily as the demon paunched on him and ripped his shirt off. The demon then chucked his hand into my father's chest and started ripping at the skin. My father beckoned on his own arm and grabbed a dagger that lies behind him. It was the instant need to rescue himself. I was on the stand when my father struck the dagger into the demon's chest.

My father’s voice was a menacing growl that swept me backwards from behind, flinging me to the side. I crumpled to the floor, a heap of a mess. “Father…” I called weakly, tears burning in my eyes as I watched him storm over to my mom that had jerked away from her crying position the moment he’d stormed in. That was who my father was. A merciless, evil man that stole people’s breath in fear and that menacing aura he carried. “Get out, Atlas,” he ground out in a cold voice, pausing a few feet away from my mother and keeping his hard gaze on her. “Go back to your room. Now.”

Axel knew her all too well that she would always go straight to the point in a conversation and would only beat around if she wasn’t ready to say it. “Okay fine, You are a direct descendant of Hades the demon king of hell, you were born unto a black wolf and a white Wolf, on the day of your birth, there was a prophecy that you would kill your father and mate with your mother so Alpha Ethan sought to kill you, he took you away from your mother who resisted and ordered for you to be killed” she narrated watching his facial expression but he showed nothing. “How did you find me?” He asked.

Quintina did not hide the truth from Yoan. “Sir Yoan, I’m sure you know that although the strong demons left the earth in ancient times, they left some of their minions behind—The Demon Race's Fangs. “These Fangs were scattered throughout the Three Thousand Worlds. My father encountered a Fang and was injured by Demonic Art, causing him to be inflicted with Demonic Energy. “Since then, my father has been tortured by Demonic Energy and has been meditating in seclusion. By chance, it now happens to be the time to suppress the Demonic Energy in his body. If the elders don’t suppress it in time, then…”

“What about your family, but wait, do demons even have family?” “Yes, even a demon like me has a family. There is not much to talk about them. My mother is Agrat Bat Mahlat, and she’s a succubus. My father is the former king of hell known as Crowley, and I do have some brothers as well, but I’m only close to two of them.” I’m not even sure why I felt a need to answer her question about a family that means little to me, nor do I understand why this question came out of my mouth.

“You should have a drink.” “I can’t. I lose control.” “Wouldn’t be too bad for you. Can’t you have a talk with anyone else? Why summon me?” “I can. However, they all know everything. They’ll feel sorry for me.” “And you wouldn’t want that, would you? Well...” An insidious smile appeared on my father’s face. “Do you want me to teach you something, then? There are a few rituals...like a blood tornado or the black plague. Have you ever heard of them?”

"My lineage is not of this world." "What do you mean?" I asked with a frown. "I just discovered it a while ago. My father is a Demon. A literal Demon from hell." He said and my eyes bulged in shock. Demons existed?, I was well aware that other supernatural creatures existed but never demons. Still it explained that raw dark magic of his that wanted to consume everything in sight. "And that's not all...he wants you Jinx." He said frustratedly, "He needs your blood to break his curse."

Ana comes in in her pajamas, “I thought I smelled coffee and food. I knew I heard voices.” “You weren't kidding about needing a few hours.” Ana shrugs, “No I wasn't. Insomnia is a bitch!” She looks at my father and asks, “He's a demon too right?” My father laughs and looks at me as he smiles, “She's a keeper. Absolutely no filter!” “Ana, this is my father.” Ana gasps, “The Devil!” My father grins, “One of many names, you may call me Demetri,” he says as he extended his hand to shake hers. Then he cocked his head, “I'll be damned!”