Demonic Triangle Novels & Stories

Yes, we had a new home different from Pictoria, but the demons followed me here, and they wouldn't leave me alone. This was one of the reasons I couldn't allow Jasmine into my life. It had nothing to do with the King. I doubt King Nikolas would have a problem with it, but I knew she couldn't handle my demons. So, I will settle for the banters and the snide remarks until she finally moves on and settles down. "I do not think we can handle that or allow it, Aeron," My wolf Razor said in my head. He always had a darkness about him, and I guess that was the difference between our wolves and the wolves of the people in our current continent.

“You gonna fight all three of us?” The guy—whoever he was—just smirked. “No. I’m giving you a chance to walk away.” Devon cracked his knuckles. “And if we don’t?” “Then I’ll make you wish you had.” The air in the room pulsed. I felt it before I saw it—the quiet build of magic, not from me, but from him. Controlled. Ancient. Dangerous. I wasn’t the only monster in this room. The triplets hesitated. “You’ve made your point,” Damien said at last, lips curling into something dark. “But this isn’t over, Elara. You’ll get your first strike. And your second. And your third.”

I threatened, flashing my lengthened canines at him. "Dax." Devin arched his brow, scoffing afterward as he left us in the hallway, walking into his office. His aura screams authority. Despite being triplets, our character varied, but despite our differences, we were referred to as the Demon Triplet Alphas. No one dared mess with us. I was famous for my bad temper, ruthlessness, and great fighting skills. I was the second of us. Unlike Dax, Devin was more mature, calm, and calculated. He was the eldest among us.

Damon screamed and burst into his demon form and so much anger coursed through his veins, that it prompted his third red eye to open on his forehead. Zeneca and Damon wrecked havoc on the rogue army as they brutally killed everything and everyone that came in their way and none of the Diamond Heart warriors dared to venture out and take the risk of killing the enemy, in the fear of getting killed themselves by the seething Demon Prince and Alpha she wolf who were blinded with anger.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

He stood there until the demon approached him with his most qualified move. The demon proceeded with an indissoluble rope, which, according to him, was probably fit to capture the king of hell, and then what had to happen had happened. Alexander’s standing was his weakest phase, where he brought his devil to the zenith to crush the outnumbered demons if they stopped him from reaching Bella. The demon was forcefully stopped by an invisible levitation, sank to his knees, and fell to the ground. The pain was crushing his bones, could be heard, his scales slowly scorching as his eyes looked at Alexander in terror, knowing his end had come.

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

His tone of speech gives the impression that he is really angry. When he speaks to me, I recall the night when he was on me and I felt his strength inside of me. He spoke what he wanted to say, and I was like the one who needs to trust him. His power on me isn't simple to refuse. I have a tendency to get obsessive about things, and when I hear his voice so close to my ear, it makes me want to be his slave again and over again without ever stopping. each challenge was met and overcome by the two of us, but it was only the beginning since David desired me so much that my father, as is customary, welcomed him as my life partner. The battle between two alphas is the most dangerous and bloodiest

"We call it Demon’s Heart." "Demon's Heart?" Samuel frowned. Divine Fire Stone came from the Devil Tribe, so Samuel had thought about whether the Five Elements Divine Stone really had something to do with the Devil Tribe. Now, after hearing the word Demon's Heart, Samuel could basically confirm his guess! But the bigger mist obviously made Samuel's head ache even more. How could the things in the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book have anything to do with the Devil Tribe? "I don't know the details, but if you are interested, someone may be able to tell you."

“And because, for once in their lives, wolves and Lycans actually agreed on something. And you do know they hate that.” He smirked. “You of all people should know that I’m indestructible now. Just like you.” He spread his arms wide, dark energy coiling around him like smoke. “We’re the same. The only difference is—I won’t suffer any consequences if I misuse my power.” “You don’t even know what you are,” I mocked. Damien’s grin faded. His voice dropped low, dark, almost calm. “Do you know where the devil’s ritual came from?” he asked. “We heard stories of its evil. But never of its good.”