Most Known Demigods Novels & Stories

I stand up from my mat, which I am kneeling on now to say my daily prayers to the gods. Goddess Dicha Please give me joy and happiness in the palace; help me relate in peace with everybody else. Give me the strength to push through anything. O god, I'm going to your son's palace. This is the first time I've had this thought in this exact way. I am going to be serving in the palace of the son of Cre, the Creator. My mind is rambling; I can't concentrate on a single thought. Our kingdom, like most other kingdoms, is ruled by a demigod; our king, King Zao, is said to be the favorite son of the god Cre. I have never met a demigod. How would he look? All I've heard are stories of him and his temp

I nearly choked on my water, blinking at her in stunned silence. She let out a melodious chuckle. “You see, the blood of a demigod is pure toxicity to the Gods. Did you know the High Ones frequently sire children with mortals simply to utilize them as tools? They are bound by ancient, cosmic laws, but demigods are not. You were born to do the dirty work the Gods cannot do themselves. It is quite a tragic existence, to be born as a loophole.” My heart hammered against my ribs. To be born as a tool for the divine?

James said. He grinned at Gary's grim expression and then continued, "Riley's father ... that William Mackenzie is the most powerful god of war ever. So, how could someone like Evan De Kruk whose name I don't even remember be able to defeat Riley?"

Something had dragged them from the safety of the Castle of Protectors into the outside world, and it couldn’t have been anything small. They were rare. Born only once in a thousand years. Ageless. Stronger than anyone else alive. Beautiful in a dangerous, otherworldly way. Demigods in wolf form. “I apologise, Guardians,” I said, bowing my head lower. I wasn't afraid of them, but I had to pay them the deserved respect. “Bring her and come with us,” Baptista said, motioning toward Cedar. “She needs help before she freezes to death.”

He forced her to leave England and sent her off to the New world. Little did he know that by sleeping with the human girl, he created me, a Dhampir, half human, half vampire. It's never been known for humans and vampires to mix so it wasn't known what would happen. My mother took shelter with a woman and her husband who ran a tavern. When she found out about me the compulsion wore off and memories of what the vampire King did came flooding to the surface. She tells the woman she's been living with for the last few weeks and she and her husband swore to protect her and her child. They would keep the child secret from the world.

Names forgotten for centuries were dragged back into the light one by one. And every path led to the same thing. The Veil. Dylan stepped closer carefully. “If Aethon is truly alive, walking into the Veil alone is suicide.” “I won’t be alone.” That answer confused him for half a second until shadows moved across the room behind them. Warriors stepped from the darkness one by one. The oldest wolves of the kingdom. Killers. Monsters people whispered about in lower kingdoms to frighten children into obedience. Every single one bowed their heads toward Eros.

Only the War clan, known for loyalty and devotion, seemed safe. Six months into our marriage, I got pregnant. Then I gave birth to Tristan, a fiercely powerful boy. As the first demigod born from the Sacred Marriage, Tristan naturally became the next leader of the High Council. Meanwhile, Evadne was obsessed with Lucian's pretty face. She used to parade him in front of me just to gloat. "How can a brute like Deimos compare to Lucian? He's gorgeous. He radiates sunlight, and his gentleness in bed is something a savage war god could never learn."

"They were not people. Those who we slaughtered were vampires and our comrades died to protect you and your brother. Yes, protect you from them and many other evils that are out there." I laughed. "Vampires! really, you don't expect me to believe that do you?" Unbelievable, does he think this is a joke? What the hell! "Everything you know to be myths and fairy tales are all real Malia. For example You. More precisely Us." My eyes locked on his with a confused and questioning gaze. "Me? What… what am I?" I looked at him pleadingly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "What do you know about the Greek gods?" He asked. "Uh unfortunately not much, I was never really interested in it and f

Slowly, Jackson nods. “I think the God of Death and Goddess of Life would be the most powerful, the most…capable of giving gifts like ours.” Jackson murmurs with a shrug. “I mean, think about it - do you think you could give someone a gift right now? Or your mom?” I shake my head, considering it and knowing that it’s completely out of my realm of power. “Yeah,” he sighs, “I think the demigods are out. But, amongst his near-Godly children…it could be them.”

she says "Where did he get this army" I say "he married Queen Kutrix Rukotl, queen of the Holy Roman Kingdom and descendant of the Queen of the Roman gods Juno and so they are aiding him they haven't been around as long as us but there relations to there gods aren't as far as us so alot of their citizens are stronger than us it's not looking great that being said they don't have the best strategists and we have some descendants of Athena so our chances aren't to bad if we come up with a great strategy we also have you on our side and you are currently the strongest demigoddess alive" says General Oris