Demonic Legacy Novels & Stories

The burn of the alcohol did nothing to dull the memory. He had lost control. Completely. Adrian prided himself on his absolute containment. He was a man who calculated every breath, every move, every transaction. But the moment Luca had looked at him with those wide, terrified eyes and screamed that he hated him, a primal, ugly dark thing had snapped inside Adrian’s chest. The word hate had felt like a physical strike, a refusal of the ownership Adrian had tried so desperately to cement.

She looked exhausted, her face pale, but her eyes were still burning. ​"What is that thing?" she asked, looking up at the monster that now loomed over the entire skyline. ​"It’s the Council’s last move," I said. I felt the amber light in my blood vibrating in fear. This thing was the ultimate version of the curse. It was the legacy of my family made into a god of death. ​"We have to get to the Tower," Elena said. "Victoria is using the other two Spires to hold that thing together. If we take those down, the shadow will fall."

You will be plagued by the bloodline's curse. Diego's chest tightens at the sad truth of what she said. The past he has tried to avoid is catching up with him. Because his legacy, his bloodline, has been soiled by betrayal, Lucia and Valentina are determined to bring him to his knees. The renegade Alpha Carlos Varela then emerges with a threatening smile as a mysterious voice pierces the environment. In an authoritative and determined manner, Carlos says, "Now, I'll take the children." "And I'll be carrying your legacy with me when I do."

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

“Touch that again, and I’ll have to teach you how to beg properly.” Lydia spun. Damian stood at the threshold, shirt unbuttoned, black slacks low on his hips. Barefoot. Dangerous. She didn’t cower. Instead, she raised the photo like a weapon. “What is this?” His eyes darkened. “It’s history.” “You lied to me.” “I told you she wasn’t dead. I never said she wasn’t damned.” Lydia stepped toward him, heart slamming in her chest. “So am I, then? Another ritual? Another girl to bleed into your legacy of sin?”

Because I am not, I do not want anyone getting too familiar with me so that when I have my episodes they would not take it lightly to think they can fix it and fix me, which has only ended in them dying painfully through my own hands, it has occured so many times that I took a vow that faithful night I murdered an entire family, the vow was never be close to anyone again. The only reason I am giving love a chance is because I know how well Natalia's presence calmed my demon down. And also from what the witch said that night, which just means that any woman I genuinely fall in love with will not be harmed even if they are right beside me when I am having my worst episodes. And eventually she

“Katarina de’Basille.” Kat sat forward in her seat, leaning her forearms on the desk and giving Ruben an intense stare. “What is the name Basille to you?” “Basille? There is only one Basille that I know of…Lord Basille…One of the ninth level High Demon Lords in the Demon Realm.” Kat looked intensely at Ruben with her eyebrows raised waiting for him to make the connection. Suddenly his eyes went wide and they lifted to hers with a look that was hard to decipher. She smiled ever angelically at him, such a huge contrast from the formidable mouth of teeth just moments ago.

***HoGuo Temple*** Even from a distance, the entrance of HoGuo Temple was visible in all it’s glory. It was not grand in terms of luxury but more of splendour in terms of heritage it represents over the centuries. Legend has it that this temple was once a home to the gods which lived on Earth during their trials and the descendants of those gods would come to this temple to pay homage to their ancestors. This temple is also said to have artifacts locked away which used to belong to those very gods and goddesses of old. However those artifacts are not open to the public eye and the monks that reside in the temple have never revealed any of it’s secrets. Many have tried to break into the templ

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.