Demons From Her Past Novels & Stories

Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose. His dual nature became an ever-present torment. He found himself torn between the memories of a life he cherished and the reality of the darkness that threatened to consume him. The demon's whispers grew louder, urging him to surrender, to give in to his true nature. But in the depths of his being, a flicker of resistance burned, a small flame of hope that refused to be extinguished.

She blasted, breathing heavily as she glared at me. Her words were true, and it sounded so funny how I ended up being really silly and weak. It is so confusing that I have no words to say other than to stand there and gawk at her. "Do you know that the demons are very tricky and cunning? Don't you think she must have done something harmful to you that you are yet to know? Dracula! You had what your father wrote in that letter. Your mate will help you end the looming war of the demons! We are starting with that girl now!" She hollered, almost panting as she gritted her teeth and stared wildly at me.

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

She laughed sarcastically. “So why are you here? Why did you come back?” “Because you were always meant to survive." She stepped closer. “I was there when you died. I saw your body. I recognized you by the scar on your hand—the same scar I have now.” She held up her palm and Lysan could see the mark clearly now and it was identical. “I came back for the same reason you did,”she said, dropping her hand. “To fix what was broken. To stop the Entity before it destroys everything.”

Not until I found Desdemona, the half angel-half demon creature I was hunting in the area. Desdemona was a centuries old creature who had first made her debut back in the civil war era. Near the close of the war, she had been captured by the archangels and put into purgatory where she no longer could reign terror onto the innocents and mortals of this world. Unfortunately, not that long ago, she had escaped from purgatory and was now back to her old ways: wreaking havoc on innocent mortals here in New Orleans. She was the cause of all of the disappearances as of late, and she was starting to draw attention with how many mortals had gone missing in the past couple of months. It was concerning

Just needed the Achilles for one of them and they’d topple like dominos. ______Serenity_____ “Jor, I’m really not the person to take in here. You don’t understand, demons held me captive for a while. I can’t do that again.” She said, he had a blade and that was it. Not that he needed it in her opinion but whatever. She was more concerned about going into this place.

"Demons just don't go back unless their purpose is fulfilled and if by any chance, two of them are in front of each other, they become stronger and overtake a body to kill it slowly for full possession. It is said that once it happened and countless lives were taken away, fear in people is their craving which lures them to seek more control" "Shit! Shit! We are going to die" Martha panicked. "One of them will or maybe already have.. What if Ezra's brother is already dead?" I gasp. "Inform...inform Ezra!" Martha exclaimed.

After Mom took at least a few minutes hugging me and calling me things that were either insulting or very sweet, Desmond got his chance to speak. “Mrs. Black, the demons are getting more aggressive and will most probably return in greater numbers. I need you to allow me to stay here for however long it takes to cease their attacks permanently. It might take one night, or it might take an entire month. It depends on how hard they fight.”

By the looks of it , she was not even using a bra. I let out a low growl from my chest. She looked absolutely delicious. Her creamy legs were thick - just the way I liked it and I could not wait till I was between them. Just thinking about it made me hard . Maybe we can have some fun... My demon speaks up in my mind. I rolled my eyes at him. He appeared one day after my change , and now he seems to have a say in everything I do. I truly hate him , for he is the one who tells me to drink blood by murdering those girls.

They have been here for three days already. they crave outside..anywhere. Anywhere at all, that's not this cold barren space. Only one bonk bed occupied the side of the room. And even after so much time has passed they still haven't seen the demon who appeared out of nowhere and ruined everything. in the past few days. He only appear once that was the time he walked up to her; staring at her with the coldest eyes she has ever seen as he reached around her neck and collared her into his slave. His property. He'd called her.