The Demon Accords Novels & Stories

“Come on!” A massive form burst from the beach—a sand demon, its eyes glowing like molten coals, wings unfurling with a terrifying snap. Larkam stood his ground. “Partheos.” The demon sneered. “You are not of angelic blood, preacher.” “Go back to Hell, foul beast!” Larkam shouted. Partheos sniffed the air, then paused—confused. He sensed something… angelic. “It’s too late,” the demon hissed. “The covenant is nearly complete. You cannot close the portal.”

“She is not listed as being contracted to any demons. I didn’t see any demons in her memories when I looked through them before giving them to you. Demons cannot take a human’s soul without a contract being involved.” Clara turned over that information in her head. It was true that none of Clarissa’s memories featured demons in any way. “That’s odd,” she agreed. “Have you asked any other demons about it?” “I did go back and ask an older demon about how a demon could collect a soul without being contracted with the holder of the soul,” Caiden said. “There is a way.” “What is it?” “A demon can collect souls if they have been wagered as part of a contract. To be more precise, Clarissa’s soul co

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

He stood there until the demon approached him with his most qualified move. The demon proceeded with an indissoluble rope, which, according to him, was probably fit to capture the king of hell, and then what had to happen had happened. Alexander’s standing was his weakest phase, where he brought his devil to the zenith to crush the outnumbered demons if they stopped him from reaching Bella. The demon was forcefully stopped by an invisible levitation, sank to his knees, and fell to the ground. The pain was crushing his bones, could be heard, his scales slowly scorching as his eyes looked at Alexander in terror, knowing his end had come.

His frown only seem to deepen with time. "It was weird and scary when Maddox reacted that way..His eyes were— "Gray" He finished.Tension happens to linger in the air, somehow I feel there's something wrong or maybe about to happen. "How do you know?" I asked.The man before me heaved out a sigh. "Demon is trying to take over Maddox completely.Those gray eyes only come back when it's stronger and succeeding in taking control.I have warned him countless times to not use demon.It makes him strong for sure only to lure him into the trap"

“What did we do? Ophelia was right, that’s not a nature spirit.” Denver held the gun with a steady hand, his voice trembling with excitement. “It’s a demon, Coop. Yeah, they exist. Fucking wild, isn’t it? Those bitch ass nature spirits won’t help us, but these creatures—these Gods—they will. They’ll give us everything we want and more.” Coop reared back as if slapped, “What the fuck? Den, listen to me. We can’t do this. We can’t mess around with this shit. Look at that thing!”

“No single Alpha will carry the punishment. No single pack will bear the blame. The Hollow taught us what power hoarded in one heart becomes. The Bloodmoon demands balance, not chains.” A flicker of moonfire flared along the Accord’s seal. The alphas exchanged wary glances. Maxim placed his palm against the blackstone table. The cold bit into his skin, but the Beast within settled at the contact. “We sign not for dominion,” he said, “but for bond. Let this Accord be claw and flame, not cage and crown.”

Marcus did the same, choosing to be silent but deep inside him, he was beginning to wonder if the man has feelings for Ysabelle too. With a signal from the Earl’s hand, the conjurer moved forward and stepped up the podium. He placed the black box on top of it and then flipped a page in the old demonology book; the one that provided the spell of summoning the demon in the Human Realm. Everyone watched as the events unfolded, including Marcus who was trying to summon his own half-angelic powers. To keep the demon chained in its own dimension was his best bet in winning against their plan. He wasn’t going to let the demon suck out Ysabelle’s immortality knowing she’d die after it. He was willin

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

He picked up his cup of tea which had cooled down and his attention focused entirely on the eunuch as he read out the report. “CongQi Town has been experiencing a bad season as the weather changes were often unpredictable, this has caused much of the plantation and crops to be affected which depletes the people’s food supplies. The situation has worsened when it seems that the livestock has been infected by some unknown disease which has caused many death among the animals. Requesting to the court to send help in form of food supplies as the people may not survive during the winter which is predicted to be a month’s a way. Also a rather alarming incident involving the death of several young