Demonic Triangle Novels & Stories

“Both of you. Say it.” Rowan’s jaw clenched. Then, slowly, painfully, he exhaled. “Fine.” His voice was raw. “I feel it. With you. With him.” His gaze flicked to Lucien, bitter but honest. “I hate it. But it’s there.” Lucien’s smile returned, softer this time, almost reverent. “I’ve felt it since the cathedral. Fire. Ice. And the witch between.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “It’s the rarest bond of all—triadic. Forbidden because it cannot be broken.”

he laughed warmly like he was trying to pat me on a head and calm me down. “That’s not the point! Later I found out that the cases I used have something in common. And now, more and more parts of what I thought was created only in my imagination are turning out to be reality! I started investigating the events around the cases I used, and now I found out that Chinese Triads might be involved in that… I used that in my novel, because it created a good story but now… I’m just a little scared…” I didn’t even realized that my voice was shaking, and so were my hands.

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.

The most important personnel in the room were the likes of the Lyan Devil Triplets; Damien, Draven, and Darius filled the hall with winds of discussion solely on the strategy planning for the Forbidden. The triplets knew how to take up authority and responsibilities to take on the role of commendable leadership. Swiveling thoughts from the triplets concerning the discussion, Damien surveilled the entire scene playing out in the room. He was more cautious in terms of what to say about the Luna ceremony than anyone in the room while he moved his eyes randomly around the surroundings trying to maintain a calm setting.

While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering. A desire to control others is the underlining reason behind all this, and who is the father of control but the fallen angel, Lucifer, who lost control and hates all that is from Yahveh.

Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror. The demon's presence surged within him, stirring the dormant power that lay within his veins. Its malevolent whispers filled his mind, taunting him, tempting him to embrace the darkness. Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose.

What of Nicodemus? The famous Tribrid spent the century terrorizing Witches and Vampires. He had built a very large pack including forming alliances with the Alpha of his father's pack,Alpha Morris. His search for the Trios progressed non stop neither did he stop at becoming more of darkness than light. Within the last century,he had changed completely from the man everyone knew. He was now a living emblem filled with anger,pain,sorrows and bitterness. #############

"Let me remind you, Ibim, that not only do you know too much and are very risky to be left walking around but I am your senior, I can make this very difficult for you, don't take my niceness for granted" "What's going on?", Another voice said. I sighed in relief, it was Tari's voice. "Yo, T", Daniel said in greeting. "How's it going?" "Daniel, what's going on?". "It's nothing, we are just talking", he replied. " See you two around" I was silent till I was sure, Daniel had gone. "He's annoying", Tari said finally. "He's more than annoying, he is dangerous", I mutter. "Dangerous?".

"THE DARK LORD" The Dark Lord is the Lord of Chaos and Destruction, proprietor of the Underworld, as well as the primary patron of Witchcraft. He is the original and oldest and most powerful of the demonic legions, and his origin is to be found in the angelic hosts. His total possession showed evil imbalances, making possible a blend of the two intrinsic personalities inside the vessel.

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them,