Demonic Father Novels & Stories

"No! No! I’m not losing you… You’re the only family I have. Please…" A loud swoosh broke the solemnity of my moment with Lucija and Patrea. My eyes widened as I saw tails coming out of my father’s body. His demon form has three tails, which he used to coil around Stone’s body and neck before he dragged him to the biggest fire around the cave. I had no idea if Father was stupid, and didn’t realize that Adan was not affected by fire anymore. Nevertheless, he raised his body and positioned him above the massive fire.

She gives a huff as if it took so much out of her to say the words. “How?” My mouth goes dry. “My mother is…” I can’t say it. “No. She’s human.” “My father?” The nicest, caring man. The only one of my two parents that actually loved me...a demon. He was an Order soldier, so how could he be a demon too? “The man you knew to be your father, Reedus...isn’t truly your father.” Her words stop my heart cold. “Your real father is a demon named Drystan.”

If they wanted they can be born again with a different body and a life they wanted. If not, they can live in heaven and one day can be promoted to be an angel. My father slowly started to become arrogant and the power got into his head. My mother a human, whom he loved once, started to resent his ways. She got fed up with his cruel ways and she completely broke when she found him with another woman. She died that day after an argument with my father. My father thought it's the fault of the lord above and started to act against him. The demons are the most feared supernatural beings. But he wanted more, he wanted alliance against the lord above.

His father was no longer holding a fishing rod, instead there was a makeshift large wooden bow, an arrow pulled on the string, directed towards him. "Demon's whore," His father hissed, except it wasn't his father anymore. Much like how it happened with Hana long ago. He watched as his face seemed to melt as he smiled mischievously down at him. He could only look up and watch as his once loving smile turned demonic and made shivers run up his spine. "You would give up your parents for someone who couldn't even save you." "I don't need him to save me!" Fyn screamed, anger rushing into him. "I can protect myself!"

Then I realized, “My father was a demon?” “Yes. Demons have no heart or good feelings, he used the kind heart of your mother to fetch him a body so dark gods wouldn't be able to summon him anymore. Then he showed his true colours and..” Cameron trailed off before walking to Draco's crib. “Anyway, we shouldn't talk about this sort of thing in front of Draco. His brain is capable of keeping information and processing it when he's older.” “oh” I nodded. Even my own baby was capable than me. I sniffed. Very annoying.

She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, and then her eyes popped. “Book of Dark Souls!” She exclaimed, her fork dropping from her hand. “Dad, don’t tell me the powerful man you….” “Yes.” I didn’t wait before I responded. “The demon king is a man. I would have kept it a secret, but you have already figured it out.” “What are you insinuating right now? That we work with those demonic creatures to destroy the vampires?! Dad, do you know how fatal this decision is?” She shouted, and my eyes peered around as I made a hushing sign to her.

Yvonne looked angry. " Dunno... destroy it... use it against my father... He seems very angry ever since Uncle Kilian visited. I was almost strangled to death.... So yeah... I am going to do what I can to survive... Besides... " Mira didn't look very calm either, " I am lowkey hoping that he himself came after me when we are done retrieving that Staff. I got a few questions for him." " Mira, The Dark Devil is not someone who will engage in sentimental talks... you should know better... he might have played a role in birthing you but he isn't your average father figure... "

"I'm guessing yes, because there was no trace of him in and around the house. The furniture was intact, though. Too intact for a kidnapping scene. Demons sure do clean up after themselves." Maddie stared at the white blanket on her laps. The image swam before her eyes "Oh, dad..." "Which is why we are more convinced than ever that you're connected to Aosoth. Because if your mother is Aosoth, that means that your dad is Aosoth's husband" "But...is it really possible for a demon and a mortal to..."

His father tried talking some sense to him. " I thought you'd be proud, you made me like this. Isn't this what you wanted a killing machine " His father shaked his head he knew he couldn't reason with Damian he was too possessed. His handsome son looking at him with his green eyes which had very emotion. Damian no longer had a soul and he was incapable of loving or being sympathetic.

And now, here I was, walking down an aisle lined with chrome and roses, heading straight into the lion’s den with a knife strapped to my thigh and revenge curled tightly inside my gut like a fist. The rev of bikes outside rumbled like a heartbeat. The compound stank of oil, leather, cigar smoke, and secrets. Tulle and flowers drooped over Harley frames like some sick joke. The scent of gasoline clung to everything. I couldn’t breathe without tasting rage. “Remember what they did to her,” my father, Vincent “Venom” Kane, president of the Crimson Fangs, growled beside me. His grip on my arm was tight, grounding. “Remember why you are here.”