Doma From Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

I asked, my voice quieter now, hesitant. Damon stopped mid-step. He didn't turn. For a long moment, I thought he wouldn't answer. But then, just when I had convinced myself to let the question die, he spoke. "Protection." The word was barely above a whisper, but it held more weight than I expected. I swallowed hard. "That's all?" His hands clenched at his sides. "That's all I have to offer." A bitter smile curled at my lips. Of course. Damon Thorne, the ever-dutiful Alpha. The protector. The warrior.

Clary said, turning to a grinning Adom. "I'd be happy too," Adom said with a grin, tempted to take a hold of the man's ponytail and use it to repeatedly drive the bloke's face into his knee. He resigned himself in. "It is quite simple, Ray. Damon travels from country to country, forging agreements between the authority and the mixed blood. He takes two warring factions and brings a modicum of peace between the two" Adom said, grinning widely as he realized where Clary was going with it.

She was s stronger warrior than him. Mom is down an Alpha’s bloodline, dad is a beta’s son. “Well?” I urge Damon but he dodges my eyes. “I’m sorry, Dahlia,” After a long moment Damon presses my head gently into his chest, his thundering voice vibrating against my ear, “but yes, we found her body. Don’t torture yourself with that thought, please.”

I tapped the screen, and the words appeared, stark and unyielding. Val Rhen. Dominion: Solas. Rank: 20.

“She’s not just Isla’s mother, Damon. She’s…” “An Omega,” I cut in, my tone colder than I intended. “An Omega who should never have been in my bed. An Omega who should have never carried my child. She carried her, and by some miracle, managed to give birth to her. If I am choosing to be merciful for that, for her game, it is because I know that it shouldn’t have happened the way that it did in the first place.”

"But also money, messages. We're just couriers, Aria. Low-level. We don't hurt people." I laughed bitterly. "Right. And I'm supposed to believe that?" The bedroom door burst open, and Dom stood in the doorway, his own gun drawn and pointed at me. "Drop it," he commanded, his voice hard. "Dom, don't," Shadow warned, not taking his eyes off me. "She's Silas Herrera's daughter." Dom's eyes widened. "Shit." "Both of you, against the wall," I ordered. "Now!" They exchanged a look before slowly complying, moving to stand side by side against the far wall.

Sitting on top of that cushion was the ancient Seal of the Delta Pack—a heavy, polished gold crest that held authority over every piece of land, every law, and every life in this territory. A low horn sounded through the air. And there he was… Dom. Since two days I hadn't seen him. He didn't even near me. Not even a sneak. He looked taller, broader, and more imposing than I had ever seen him. He walked straight to the center of the altar. The chief priest lifted the golden crown, placing it slowly onto Dom’s head. "By the ancient rights of blood and land," the head judge’s voice boomed across the silent square, "I present to you the true bloodline heir of the Furmond realm... Alpha Dominic!"

“Interesting….and he’s a half-breed? I heard your mom say he has some unique DNA.” “Demonic…..Father purebred demonic, Mother Luna of the Dii pack. He’s native, Apache, I think.” “Wow.” Toy sits up a little straighter and stuff, and gawps at me like she can’t quite get her head around it. “If Domi and Remi weren't quarter Angelics, I would doubt the existence of them and Demonics. I thought they were a myth. Or at least obsolete. What’s that like?”

The monster's grip around Maeve's throat was absolute; her scepter clattered onto the iron floorboards, its spinning red orb sputtering like a dying candle as she clawed uselessly at the titan's rusted gauntlet. "Maeve!" I gasped, instinctively taking a step forward. Dominic’s broadsword cleared its sheath with a ringing clang, his imposing frame interposing itself between me and the nightmare that had just breached the stern window. His stormy silver eyes flared into a terrifying, white-hot Alpha light, his muscle memory taking over even as his instincts screamed at him that the thing standing before us wasn't a wolf. It was a god of a dead world. "Elara, stay back!" Dominic roared, shiftin

''I didn't quite catch your name,'' ''Because I didn't quite give it to you yet,'' My lips curve up, smiling. ''I'm Alice,'' ''Damon,'' He takes a few steps closer towards me, shaking my hand. ''Damon. You do know that your name means demon in German?'' I furrow my brows as I try to remember reading a list of names back in high school because I've always been the type to look up for baby names and saving it for future purposes. ''It means subdue in Greek.'' ''So I've been told,'' He smirks.