Mage And Demon Queen Novels & Stories

Botanical sciences was the least prestigious of all four, the track where students who failed everything else, and the track where students who have little or no magical abilities ended up. It was quiet, overlooked, and completely beneath the notice of anyone important. That was why Lysan was extremely happy being there. He attended his classes quietly, avoiding Roman in every possible way. Roman was seen at the academy often, he wasn't a student there though, but as the Demon prince, he was supposed to maintain the relationship between the human kingdom, magical beings, and the demonic territories.

Fear flashes through her eyes the moment my fangs begin to grow. She swallows hard but nods obediently, exposing her neck carefully. I step closer. The scent of blood immediately fills my senses. Warm. Tempting. I grip her waist lightly and lean closer to her throat. Then “Can I have a word with you?” I freeze instantly. Lila. I pull away from the maiden with irritation already rising inside me. “I am busy,” I reply lazily. I turn back toward the girl again. But Lila speaks once more. “It is about Queen Kiana.”

"I don't think there's ever been a case in which a half breed of angel and demon has been mated to a werewolf. And even if there was, we have no record of it." "But is it possible?" I ask, hanging on every word. "Yes," answers Meg. "But you shouldn't have to worry. Going through heat is something you should be relaxed and prepared about, not frightened. And if you were to go through it, say tomorrow, Diana and I, as well as everyone else are here to help you." She steps forward and lays her hands on my shoulders. "You don't have to be afraid," she says gently. I nod. "It's not me I'm afraid of," I say quietly.

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

“You are so young, my priestess. They are demons. Once the Demon King dies, a new one will arise. They are not far from humans. Even us humans have voids in us.” “If I cannot kill the Demon King then I should make him my puppet to control the good and the bad. I am sure his followers will follow him and I will control him.” “Clever but he is not dumb, my priestess.” “That is why I need to find the Sage!” Her voice getting a little high. When she noticed it, she looked away. “Please, old mage. I need to protect our people!” The old mage had no choice and released a sharp breath. He finally stood straight and looks at Clairra defeatedly.

I turned around and grabbed her by the wrist. "Let me go. I hate you Damion. Why did you do that? I hate you." She was still struggling to get away from me so I bent down and threw her over my shoulder. She was kicking and screaming and I was loving every moment of it. She was only sixteen though and I would never do anything to her. Not until she was of age. Present day.. She's of age now Damion now what? Are you just going to sit and watch her from a distance because that's what you promised. I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch.

I do want to, just that I don't know how! Back to the bossy hand. "You're kind of reminding me of my mom, she's as bossy as she is! Yet, I think she's stronger compared to you. Did I mention that she's a queen, a hybrid, the first one ever? She's the sister of a mage. The only existing mage. So, she can have the right to be bossy. I see no reason for you to do so. I mean, you are breaking their hands to finish me. Meanwhile, the only thing you've been doing was standing there cowardly while watching and giving orders. Pay some respect, dude!"

The mission was clear, and Elijah relished the thought of the carnage that would soon follow. Meanwhile, outside the walls of Dysheria, the demon forces had gathered, their dark figures a stark contrast against the pale moonlight. Leon, Levy, and the other gods' representatives had formed a tight perimeter around the vampire kingdom, their eyes locked on the grand palace that stood at its center. Their hearts beat in unison, each of them connected by the ancient magic that bound all demons, allowing them to communicate without words. "We've got eyes on the queen," Leon's voice echoed in Levy's mind. "She's in the dining hall. The king is in his study, likely waiting for the crown prince to a

For now… I had a place to breathe. Ronan’s POV There was something about her. Even before I stepped into the infirmary, I could feel it—an invisible thread tugging at me, whispering warnings I didn’t understand. And the second our eyes met… I knew why. Power. It wasn’t just the way her eyes shimmered with defiance despite her pain. It was what simmered beneath her skin. Coiled magic. Raw, ancient… dangerous. A kind of strength that didn’t belong in someone so broken.

A demon woman. I was preparing the list of the queens for all our realms whilst Samael was thinking of ways how we would test them. The potential queens would have to fulfil certain duties and challenges and would get points for them. The ones with the lowest score would be scratched off and the last woman standing.. would be the next queen. We had six lists for our realms and each list had six names on them. It would ensure we would have a strong queen by our side. Envy would come later.