The Demon Heir Novels & Stories

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

I continued, voice steady despite the knot tightening in my chest, “what would’ve happened?” He didn’t answer immediately. “That’s not something the council knows either,” he said finally. “But if I had to guess…” His voice lowered. “You wouldn’t be standing here.” A chill crawled up my spine. “Possession?” I asked. “Ascension,” he corrected. “Which is just possession with prettier language.” I swallowed. “Then she’ll try again.” “Yes.” “When?” Rael’s gaze flicked upward, toward the pale sky. “Soon.” The pendant pulsed faintly in agreement.

The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Helen. Helen—my best friend. I stared in disbelief as she smiled warmly and let him inside. My legs felt like they might give out, but I forced myself to move closer. I crept toward the window, careful to stay out of sight. Inside, they were standing close, too close. Helen’s hands brushed against his chest, and then he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it made my stomach turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.

However, he was halted instantly by the invisible barrier, which was powerful enough to force Alexander further away from home. He placed his palm on the surface as his power erupted, sending deep cracks across the ground. Alexander instantly shot off like a lightning ray and entered the home as the barrier that had been there vanished. “Isabella!” “Bella!!” Alexander screamed. He went up to Bella's room but found neither her nor any mess, indicating that Bella had not taken the stairs. His wrath erupted from his body, shattering everything in its path as he morphed into a demon with two large horns, his mouth releasing steam. Satan closed his eyes and called Lucifer and the Reaper to him.

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

Lavinia could still remember the heavy sound a body hitting the floor as Isaac dealt with the single girl who fought back. Isaac Astor was a demon clothed in an opulent lie. He was gilded, his silvery exterior covering only rot. And here Lavinia lay, settled in his arms as if they were lovers. Through her revulsion and hatred, she could not block out how Isaac had made her feel in his moments of unguarded candor. When he felt unobserved, the softness in his face could almost be mistaken for kindness. And though the violence of feeding was not lost on her, Lavinia could not deny the thrill she got from it. The electricity of Isaac's hunger had infected her.

was the line that I shouted to the demon army over and over like a broken record. My goal was to meet my death that was why I didn’t hit the brake at all. I was hoping Demon Akheron would appear when I met my death as he was the one who collected the dead souls of werewolves in Sabbatical Valley to hell. That sometimes during the journey to hell, the Heaven creatures would kidnap some of them who considered as being good and that these Heaven creatures would hurt Akheron’s skin because he was a demon, a creature of darkness.

Chris didn't budge, "Like I said, I don't care. I have to find the people behind my parents' death. They will pay. They will pay for everything." Chris flinched as he suddenly felt intense pain on his left wrist. He checked his wrist and an image started to etch on his skin. It felt like his skin is being seared, it continued for over a minute but Chris bore the pain. The pain stopped as soon as the image is completed. Image of a crown. "The contract has been completed." The demon gladly announced. Chris stared at the demon, "State your name demon." The demon laughed, completely delighted and amused with what is happening. “My name is Damien.”

That being said, the demon prince flew in the direction the girl went ignoring the other's call He was going to take care of that girl once and for all * * * She had never ran so far behind tire life. It got to a point her chest became heavy and breathing became a problem Worst thing was, she couldn't even see where she was running exactly, the harsh downpour and darkness. Still, that did not stop her from running, she knew what she had seen wasn't normal ' a horned man with snow white hair standing besides a burning corpse' What the hell was that?!

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.