Morpheus Demon Novels & Stories

He saw my glare and raised his hands in surrender. “I am sorry. I should have introduced myself in the beginning itself. Let’s start over again, shall we?” he asked. I just looked at him for a moment to see if he was serious this time or was trying to provoke me again. I nodded at him when his face looked sincere enough. “Hello Nemesis. I am Morpheus, the God of dreams. Normally, I send dreams to people or appear in their dreams to deliver a message. But since I wanted to meet you, I deliberately appeared in your dream today,” he said with a genuine smile.

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

You may place your bets now. It was really fun watching them fighting for the item and raising the bar higher and higher. Finally it was sold to another Demon at 250,000 Rugh. This demon… where have I seen him before? Kiri: That's Murea Lopreze. He is kind of like a researcher. He was there that day too. Don't you remember? The one who told us about the slave contract. Ban: Ohh. Right I remember now. Maybe he is going to use it for his experiments.

But I highly recommend reading it because it would be worth your while. THIS IS A SUMMARY OF WHAT TO EXPECT FROM THE STORY. Morpheus went away from his home and everyone he knew. He became a rogue and wandered about with no home or place to settle. He kept blaming the moon goddess for everything that had happened to him and decided to stop using everything she gave him. He stopped using his healing abilities and subdued his wolf. He was living a life of misery and letting the demons of his past torment him until a mysterious human female named Mildred fell in his path.

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

he said firmly, and Styx visually shuddered. “That's insanity; he is part demon, werewolf, fae, and related to Ormguddina, the snake witch, along with the high demon Mammon, who can shift into anything and is extremely dangerous,” he growled, and I eyed him, then my mate. Swallowing uncomfortably, I growled, “I knew he was odd, but it was either the contract, or he was going to kill your father and keep me for nefarious reasons.” My daughter side-eyed me with sadness and reached her hand out to me.

A moment later he returned, turning corporal once more and carrying her bags. "How did you do that?" He raised a brow, as if it were obvious. "I'm a spectral demon." "That is so cool. So you're like a ghost or something?" "Most humans who think they've seen a ghost are actually witnessing a spectral demon." Her curiosity racing she asked jokingly, "Can you go all Jedi and move things with your mind?" He cocked his head, as if he were about to give a lecture to a group of children. "Yes, when I go fully demonic I have telekinetic abilities. And I can't be harmed or killed. It makes my kind invaluable, especially on the battlefield."

She immediately withdrew her hands from his, making his gaze harden a little. "Are you aware you are now stuck with me?" His voice was cold and alluring at the same time. She could only stare at him and swallow. "So, you better get used to me," he added. "But... you are a demon," Esteria managed to say. The two were on the large bed with a little distance between them. "I am El-Kharis and also not an ordinary demon. I am a Demon God of Thunder, Esteria," he said, dragging out the last word.

I say quietly, fighting the urge to go suck what's left dry. I don't wait for them to say anything and run off to where I smell the blood. I see a woman braced against the side of the building and two puncture wounds on her neck. There's a vampire, her blood still smells fresh. That's when I felt a knife enter my waist from someone behind me. I turn to see a vampire, blood staining his mouth. He takes one look in my eyes and his widen in fear. "Dhampir," he says scared.