Haures Demon Novels & Stories

I asked. “I can’t tell you. If I were to tell anyone her real name though, it would be you.” Moran stated. “Go ahead.” I nodded. “Patrick Devere and Solar Flare can never find out the Vasilia’s demon name is Persephone. If that happens, then it’ll be easier for the Vasili to mate with her. Tell no one else.” He whispered. “Got it. I’ll send in Rao.” I said as I left. That wasn’t her name. I knew it was one of the names that would never be given to a Vasilia, just like Hades would never be given to a Vasili. Neither one would accept a demon as their avatar. They were the god and goddess of the desire demons.

As said by Maddox's father, there is really no way to get rid of them unless the ritual is complete. "Hey I found something interesting.Demons have an enhanced sense of smell and taste.They can sense the other souls, higher ranked demons can even force the evil souls for submission. Gray eyed demons belong from the highest rank and are the cruelest.But there's something more dangerous, two demons combined together can do massive destruction." Martha paused, her face pale as she looked up at me. "You said the Lycan Kingdom had a demon trapped and and.. our Alpha also has a demon which means both together in one place"

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

When he turned back to the edge of his bed, Blood, the demon version of Young, had disappeared. It drove the man mad that although nothing had been said, he knew exactly what his nightmares coming into the real world meant. Somehow Asha had tapped into a version of herself that needn’t attack anyone headon, the other side had been listening and now they were making themselves known. He wasn’t really a believer of the supernatural until he had met her, but apparently his new understanding was not enough to deter him from repeating the same cycle. Like the idiot he was, he persisted and still tried to spy on her. It angered Young’s new demon to know that the little cockroach was still being so

But with a sound like pages turning. A figure stepped out from the trees, not walking—gliding. His coat was black, long, and lined with crimson thread. His eyes were like polished obsidian, glinting with amusement. Hair the color of ash. Skin too perfect to be mortal. He smiled at me. "You called, little healer." I said nothing. I stood, heart hammering, fists clenched. The demon tilted his head. "How formal. You must be Faust." "You know my name."

Clothes and shards of glass littered the ground. Four words were written in big, blood red letters on the wall in front; "I'm coming for you."

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

I asked. The demon nodded and approached the border of the pentagram. "With your mother..." he said, his eyes ice-blue, cold, mocking. "That blonde girl?" he looked at Martha. "Yes. I was a bit too much for her in my true form." "Motes of Darkness probably didn't help either," I agreed. The demon smiled at me again. "So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?"

Our demon magic originates from Haures himself, so not having control over it would be catastrophic. What documented history there was on my demon side and history was very limited. When she contacted him about me, her father explained that 1500 years ago, our ancestors ruled over a small kingdom that was under constant attack. Eventually it got so bad, the kingdom was going to fall. So my however-many-great-great-grandfather summoned Haures to ask for his wife and unborn son's salvation. They received salvation but the price was his soul. Not much was said other than when his wife gave birth to his son, he was a demon-werewolf hybrid. The demon gene was only passed to the males, while any f