Drake Demon Novels & Stories

Alpha Derek's POV I didn't know how but I was able to control the demon inside me. I had only sunk my claws into her neck, and at the sight of her blood, the demon inside of me suppresses. The side on which I had cut immediately healed up but has a scar. She must've been a local for her to heal up instantly. Since I was from the demon clan, no matter how fast and strong the werewolf's inner power might be, he or she can never heal from my slash.

When will I finally be able to face all those old demons from my past that I just can't seem to shake off? Drake runs his hand down my back, reminding me in the process that it's just the two of us in this room and who cares about the outside world, does he know? "You think way too much. " He says as he places a kiss on my forehead. I smile against his chest and place a kiss on it. We didn't have sex, he didn't give me any commands, but just having him there, in my arms, managed to bring a smile to my face.

"Marcus's soul is shattered. He killed his own mate to save my life. And they're calling it fucking contamination." "What did Drake say exactly?" Elias asked, his voice carefully measured in that way that meant he was furious and choosing not to show it. I set the cold coffee down before I threw it at something. "Dominic is in a coma. That they've taken him back to Council medical. That Mercer and Hendricks are already calling this a pattern, that demon-blood presence destabilises packs, corrupts leadership, weakens the host community." I laughed, and even to my own ears it sounded wrong. Too sharp. Too brittle. "Drake tried to explain. Soul damage. Shattered mate bond. Grief manifesting as

he asks while nodding toward Linch, one of the Soul-Eaters, who’s currently choking on David’s cock. “Fuck no,” I say, taking a huge gulp of my lukewarm beer. “Another,” I tell the bartender, Whiskey. The huge man lifts his chin and slides me a new bottle. “You need to get over that shit, man. Nothing’s better than the sweet feel of wet, tight pussy,” Devil grins, wiggling his eyebrows.

I looked down at my hands and noticed my fingers growing into claws. “No, no, no!” I begged. “This cannot be happening. What is going on?” I cried out in confusion. I staggered, clutching my jaw as another growl buzzed in my throat, and then I felt Varköl scream in my head. “Mate!” Mate? Before I could make sense of it, I felt pain tear through me. My knees buckled and I dropped to the ground screaming, I saw black smoke coil beneath my skin, veins bulging as the demon stirred, breaking its chains.

The Man continues with what he is doing again, only throwing questions at irritated Sebastian. “Why should I give you that information?” “Allison Drexler, you saw her father, didn't you?” he casts a glance at Sebastian’s way again then turns towards his paper signing. Sebastian remains quiet, but his face gives him away. Of course he had seen Mr. Drexler. The man was a mess and somewhere between finding a reason to live and putting a God damn bullet through his head. Again, the result of criminal activities which the so called Chief of police is supposed to fight against but somehow has his hands wrapped in them and places them on his seat like his town is some fucking paradise where there i

ZouMi looked pleased. "Why don't you give Gold Dem to yourself, so no one will mess with you?" Gold Dem, is a card which is given to the families by D, which are clean and not involved in any wrong matters. And no one in the business world, can act harshly on them. It's a card, that many upper families carry. It's not easy to catch hold on it, one need to be totally clear from all the illegal stuff. So, basically this Gold Dem is a protection from the harmful world, as long as they are in wings of D, no one will dare to touch their family. If one don't obey the rules set on the Gold Dem, first their whole family will be dragged down, and then there won't be any traces of that family in the w

She took a deep breath and began to speak. "Grace, I have to tell you something," Olivia started. "Something that I've been keeping from you for a while now. And I'm afraid it's not going to be easy to believe." Grace looked up at her friend, noticing the worry etched on her face. "What is it, Liv?" she asked, her voice soft and concerned. Olivia took another deep breath and plunged ahead. "I... I summoned a demon, Grace. His name is Azazel, and he appeared in my room a few days ago."

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. 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.

Drake's growling subsides. Replaced by a dull ache. What have I done? #################