The Demigod Files Novels & Stories

Chick laughs a little, nodding appreciatively, “Right to it, huh? Okay.” She pulls on a curtain that separates the room into two halves, opening it to reveal the other half of the room. “I’m not an ordinary Bird-Shifter, you know that. I’m essentially immortal, not invincible, but it would be crazy hard to kill me. I’m a Demigod.” Celine nods and tilts her head. It makes as much sense as anything else going on,

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?"

Layla didn’t know how to process this or what to make of it, but she simply said, “I’m possible from the looks of it.” She glanced over at the portraits of the many demigods who had been recognized for what they did at the Academy, and wondered what this meant fully. Now that she knew for sure, she could feel this cold slick feeling coursing in her veins. Almost like a midnight breeze. It gave her chills but comforted her at the same time.

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.

They call them guardians. He was tall, brown hair and eyes and well built. "There are 12 month-tribes blessed by the moon, who can tell me a few months and their affinities?" This was common knowledge, anyone could intuitively guess this. Everyone except for Larry, that sluggish moron seated at the back corner, he couldn't recite the alphabets correctly if his life depended on it. Maybe, she hyperbolized that a little bit but truly he was just a stupid big dumb oak.

"You bent a bit to mine. You and I know I am the only one who got you down on your knees. None other, demon or god can." "Shut it, proud sex god. Tsk. You are right though. Unlike you all, my head remains focused. I will have no problem." "We shall see about that. Anyways, no not bend for a deal. I do not want them thriving here. Prove to them who rules. If Serling is really behind him, he would make more trouble. He is a tricky demon." "And I am the god of tricksters." "I won't argue that with you. The hound is at the reception. Be prepared, he will be brought to you soon."

I heard the final words 10 and everything went dark. “STOP, WHO DARES TO TOUCH MY OWN?” Prince Damon has been at the border defending the country since he was just 14 years old. He knew the art of war and was named the God of battle and war, he won over territories and increased the borderline. Every battle of his ended in conquest, he was not only the best in the country but also the best in taking care of his troops. He has always avoided matters of the court and left everything under the guidance of his father and his 3 other brothers. He has not been to the capital ever since he left. It was a day of celebration, the chariot of the war god rode past the streets of Livingburg with glory a

Lena said " you... you.... guys are bluffing. Is this just some sort of trick you guys want to play on me? If so then what gods are you? Adrian stated " I told you this date is just for the truth but if you dont believe me, I'll still tell you." He clears his throat and adjusts on his seat "I am Azarel but my earthly name is Adrian I am the demigod of Fire and chaos." Marcus speaks up "I am Neptune descendant. I am Enki the demigod of water". Athena said "I hate introductions but I'm Athena the goddess of wisdom and warfare I shouldn't even be here but I'm just looking for who would make my night pleasurable."

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

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?