Dæmon Novel Novels & Stories

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

She paused and squeezed my hand. "They are called Deamhans. They are a breed of...deamons. They feast upon the living. They are the ones killing outside. They are the murderers, Alice. That's what you saw back in Chicago. I assume they are after you. They claim the Blessed for themselves or they drained their blood. They turn them into one of them. But I sense that their interest in you is quite different. You are different, Al. Half-vampire, half Blessed. You are a coveted price among them and so much more." I am petrified. I'm being hunted by a hoard of daemons-Deamhans-and also by another thing or a person. This cannot be happening to me. Just weeks ago I was a normal school girl and now

The memories comfort and then swiftly spin around and wound me. All I can do for now, stuck in Greenway in this gilded cage, is keep out of the firing line. Back in the library amongst the records I picked up a couple of books for studying tonight in my room. They’re about demons and demonology. I’m going to work out whatever it is Roxie has awoken and find out to put the thing back in its place. The pages are dark and stained with age, the blood red leathery covers marked with hundreds of different users' hopes for answers.

He killed his father and went to live with the druids in the alps. Through thousands of years of life, he still hadn’t let go of his resentment for how he was treated as a child, which sometimes led him to express his anger in violent creative ways. This as well is all the more problematic because Sleamann was about the strongest creatures around. Unlike others, he was not just a wolf, warrior, war-lord or whatever. He was a vampire and a vampire-werewolf hybrid, which made him the first damphyr. As a result, he could take on whole packs of normal vampires or werewolves with terrifying ease, while normal people barely registered as more than food to him. He was a thinker and he thought about

Once again congratulations on becoming a demon. Ban: Ahhh. I totally forgot about that. Demons are long lasting creatures and not to mention the fact that I might really have to take- take over the Avere- -- ( Ehhh???... why am I feeling so dizzy all of a sudden??.. I can't keep my eyes open. My hearing is bad too. What is happening?) ''BAN? BAN? BANNNnnnnn.......''

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

I said deliberately, "It isn't your fault. Allison's death isn't your fault, your father's death isn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong, sometimes we just have to accept things no matter how ugly they are." The agony I saw in his eyes made my heart break but I didn't stop speaking, "That's just how life is; one minute you have everything you could possibly want and the next you're being dragged down into this never ending pit of darkness. But you see, the dark isn't all that bad, once you accept it, once you stop panicking, you realize that the darkness is actually a part of you and you can't really fear something that is a part of you. You know, I've always s

Destiny So, we were all saying goodbyes to My love and before I could finish a familiar white cloud appeared before us I knew who it was I bowed and making sure that everyone knew they needed to follow me and when she finally spoke and told us that this was her fault and that she was here to make it right. I don’t know what she plans but I know one thing for that I have always been taught two things in my magic upbringing one you never bring people back from the dead. If you are trying to bring someone back and you have good grounds to there is always price to pay and normally that price is a life of a life and sometimes depending on the god, you are asking to grant that life payment is norm

He had this gigantic grim on his face. His eyes glowed deep red— a primal hunger hidden behind them, which made my scalp tingle. He was creepy. A sexy type of creepy that one could only expect to uncover in a W*****d R–rated dark romance novel. My mouth immediately fell ajar. I tried speaking... I wanted to ask him what was going on but it appeared that even my tongue had become paralyzed by shock. “You are a conniving demon," he said. His slender fingers reaching out to grab my chin,

Raven recognized the man in front of her and it was the man she ran into yesterday at her father’s company. There was something about his aura that screamed dominance and authority and it sent shivers down her spine. Raven tried to sit up, but Damon’s hand on her shoulder held her in place. ”Don’t move,” he said, his eyes locked on hers. “You are shaken.” Raven felt a shiver run down spine. She tried to push the feeling aside, telling herself she was just being paranoid. But as Damon’s eyes held hers, Raven felt her fear spike. She was trapped, alone and vulnerable, with a man she barely knew.