My Inner Demons Characters Novels & Stories

Behind the counter, Demika, on the other hand, battles with her own demons; her fingers trace absentminded patterns on the surface, her mind wandering back to Africa, to Granny Minama’s revelation—the one that feels like shattering her own reality. “I should have known,” Demika mutters under her breath, the words barely audible, an epistolary letter to herself. The last of the Wiccan bloodline, the epitome of all witchcraft, and yet she had failed to annex the full strength of her powers. Minama had made it clear: something inside her was still locked, dormant, waiting. But Demika isn’t pugnacious by nature. She is timorous when it comes to her powers, afraid of the burden they might unleash

His voice and aura went serious. “Don’t listen to him,” Shaira’s voice hushed through my ears. Now I wonder what she is up to. “How did you know?” I asked him trying to ignore Shaira that’s getting visible to me again. She’s behind this guy, Zeke. Shaira pushed him away and I tried stopping her. He looked so confused about what’s happening now so I turn my back to run away again. Run away from people and everyone. I can’t be with normal people or else I do something else again. I am a demon, a murderer and a human being that shouldn’t be born on the first place.

I wasn’t going to kiss anybody here or let anyone look inside my mouth, and the rest didn’t matter. The claws, however... For some reason, they were the second to transform. Gloves wouldn’t help. The only way was to keep myself in check every minute. I absolutely couldn’t blow up. Do half-demons have good self-control? Honestly, not really. But I was also a necromancer, and necromancers who wore their emotions on their sleeves didn’t live long. For us, calm and peace of mind were crucial. And I was calm, quiet as a grave. Which was the exact place where those who disturbed me would go. I might be patient, but I am also vindictive. I’d endure everything, but I would take my revenge, and it wo

Davis thinks that he only wants to sleep with her but I know that it's more than that and this idiot has no idea about it. All my friends are different species. Arjun is a Romantic Beast. Neil is a Mysterious Cruel Devil. Davis is the Sexiest Monster. and I am. I am a Demon, a Soul Sucker Demon but I got my Fire, my soul in the name of my wife, My Queen. Mrs. Maria Daniel Miller. Now, I am praying for my brother's future mates. God bless them and give them some extra power to tame them. I laughed madly at my own thoughts.

I muttered under my breath as I stretched my arms. Thrakos chuckled in my head as my cock hardened. “Now?" he asked in a soft whisper. I clenched my teeth and nodded. "Now.” The runes on my arms glowed red as long chains burst forth from it, curling around me as they hit the ground. I took a step back, whipping the chain as the demons all raced towards me.

About losing her. "She won't do it," Dominic said, but he sounded like he was trying to convince himself. "She wouldn't give herself to a demon. She's stronger than that." "Is she?" Darius asked quietly. "After everything we've put her through?" Damon said nothing. He just stared at the spot where Malachar had appeared, his expression unreadable. And in that moment, lying in my bed with a demon's parasite draining my life, I finally understood the truth:

“I’m going to bury myself inside of you until you collapse from exhaustion!” Inner Devil: ‘Ahhh! I want! I want!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘What? I guess it’s time to schedule my funeral. I’m dying a happy woman! Someone tell my parents, I lived a fruitful life!’

"A turned one is half demon. Demons are loyal to only one line of people, the Elders. For turned ones, they don't have to be loyal, not until they are compelled. I control you now, Riley, and there is not a single thing you can do about it." I hated him. I hated Nick so much at this moment, but even more, I hated myself for being such a fool. "I am not a murderer; please just... let me be." That's what it had come to; I had to beg for the very same freedom I once took for granted. "It is in your nature; demons are bringers of death, and you are part demon, so you will always be a murderer. You can't resist what you are." "Why Bailey?, why? I helped you; you would have died in the woods, but

“If only it were that easy.” It was a sad thing to live with and it was also terrifying. They both had inner demons. Demons that threatened to break them apart and take over their lives. It was a battle they could not predict who would win. “You told me that your dark self, wanted me dead,” Steve said. “Well, my Berserker does not think well of you either.” “I guess the evil versions of ourselves really hate each other,” Emma replied. “And the sane part, the real us love each other,” Steve said.

Standing tall and stiff as though trying to shield his real emotion about this topic. “I can control my inner demon now …I couldn’t as a child…. My impulses, my lust for taking…. the desire to crawl inside someone's mind and twist it until they spiral into madness … that can’t be undone!….. I’ve hurt a lot of the Dii pack, and they can’t forgive that.” He makes a soft, almost snort noise that sounds like regret. “I’m where I belong. In that forest.” His confession silences me as I think back on the shaman's teachings and Leyanne's grimoires. That the Demonics' greatest gift or maybe favorite hobby, was to turn people insane.