Demonio Amon Novels & Stories

The man glanced at my body seemingly able to see them as a look of understanding came over him. “Ah. I see.” That was all he muttered before a pain erupted from my mind, I screamed falling to my knees as the world flashed white again. The man smirked, his eyes wide and unblinking connecting with my gaze, I felt him in my head. Rummaging around. “Sera, I am Aamon.” He spoke inside my mind as the world shook. “And now I have your mother’s power, well my dear…”

This Amon was in a land I wish to call mine. Once in Portugal, I followed his energy to a castle. When I reached the gate, the guards tried stopping me. Snapping my fingers, I put all the humans to sleep. I didn't want any confrontation with them. I was trying to avoid harming any more humans. Before I could step through the gate, he appeared before me. “Amon?” He gave me a curt nod. “Did you not hear my call?” “I heard you loud and clear, and before you ask, no, I will not leave with you. I’m bound to the king.” “Why?” “The king summoned the grand duke and made a deal. If he conquered Portugal, he would sell his soul and the souls of his soldiers to a grand duke of hell to accomplish this.

Amaria begged and attempted to free herself, but it didn't work. “ You and your comrades know that it is a great sin to interact with Daemons or to even come in contact with one, right?” He asked again as he raised his right eyebrow and continued,“ but you travel with a Daemon ”. That's when Amaria finally noticed. ' Ammon? Where is he?! ' “ Where is he? Where is Ammon? What did you do to him? ” She cried out with a hostile gleam in her eyes; her face warped with rage.

That’s how he’s able to lure his victims. “Of course, I know.” Marvon starts to bait him, putting on an expression of doubt when he addresses Amon. “You’ve already lost so much. You might not be able to recover if you lose the academy.” I need to find a way to stop this. An idea occurs to me the instant I feel the presence of another demon outside of the building. It’s powerful, but not even a quarter as powerful as Mammon. Maybe if I can lure that demon inside, then it will be enough of a distraction to stop Amon from betting and losing the academy. Hopefully, it would also be enough to break whatever control the demon has over him.

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

"Tell me what's wrong, Rhema" I murmured some gibberish to myself. "This is the problem. You won't talk to me and then you click the self destruct". She's trying to catch up with me on the curb. "Abroko wrote again and it's all about you. They are calling you an addict, you're addicted to the Origin. They are calling the reason she was murdered Origin". "They can call me whatever they want".

“Took you long enough.” Aamon could see it in my eyes and felt it. It was the last and final hit and I found abandoning the sentiments that deterred me from fully being a demon. What was the use of remaining human, whilst I couldn't protect those who I loved? A intense kind of heat started to radiate all over my body and I abruptly felt pain shoot all over from my joints to my spine and finally spreading up to my head. “Don’t fight it; let go.” Aamon chanted in a demonic language. “Rise and Avenge!”

The power gathers to a peak, and I feel myself teetering on the edge of something huge and beyond my understanding. “From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.” “Fuck you!” I scream, unleashing the tidal wave of energy in one terrible, devastating tsunami. Wind whips through the cemetery. Amos lets out an inhuman screech as the roots and the mud suck his form down into the water. I watch as his wild, pale face disappears into impossible depths, something beneath the swamp itself.

Hendrix replied. "The demon in me is your lord, Hendrix?" Alex asked, puzzled. "Yes, he is. Haven't you wondered why I am the only one who can make you return to your normal state whenever it feels like you're about to erupt?" Hendrix eyed Alex and continued, "I'm the demon's keeper. Its protector. Your people have harmed my demon, and that is why I would ruin them."

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.