The Demon Heir Novels & Stories

Fresh and young at the age of 16, he is already his father’s right hand—the heir of two merged territories. “Because, we are creation of the chaos, demons or not we still have to cooperate. Crocell, just…stop being this angry teenage boy, it doesn’t suit you and it’s n, you are like an idiot—I’ll tell your mom on you.” The older demon said as he looked at his son with a sigh. This idiot. He thought when he see his kid swipe a goblet from the holy temple they are in. The merging of hell and heaven. Quiet ambitious if you as the older demon who is sent to meet up with a few angel representative.

“The possessed furry Blood Demon is starting to look a bit bizarre. The demon keeping it alive could be anything, remember that. The Daddy Demon then gets possessive of his female and decides he doesn’t want some Coded baby growing inside of her. He poisons it when it is developing, killing the demon keeping it alive. This would usually completely kill the baby too, but this baby is a Blood Demon now and is immune to the poison. The hybrid keeps developing, forming the fingers and face from the woman’s DNA carrying him. When it is born, it is the mixture of four species; wild Scavanger, Blood Demon, Demon, and Human. This is usually where Daddy Demon tears the baby apart to start over, but s

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.

" And our world will never accept a demon heir." I have thought about this already. And I don't think it will be much a problem. Looking back at him over my shoulder. I give him my decision. " You don't need to worry about that Uncle Charlie. First of all I am sure I don't have a mate." " And secondly as far as a heir is concerned. I will get a breeder to produce the next heir." " That demon girl will never be the mother of my child." " She is a mere pawn...a tool to get back my sister. And once I get her. I will discard her like the filth that she is."

In the hall, she checked if had the keys and the phone in her purse, then ran outside, closing the doors. Damon was awakened by some annoying, buzzing noise, so stood up slowly, stretching lazily. He was a tall, muscular man, brown-haired, with gray eyes filled with a magnetic glow, and was surrounded by an aura of mystery that attracted women to him. His hair was cut short and he was dressed in a leather jacket and black velvet pants. Damon didn't even take them off to sleep, so didn't have to get dressed. In addition to beauty and mystery, also hid a dark secret that people did not notice - he was a demon, a completely evil creature whose main purpose was to lead people to the wrong path a

Our demon magic originates from Haures himself, so not having control over it would be catastrophic. What documented history there was on my demon side and history was very limited. When she contacted him about me, her father explained that 1500 years ago, our ancestors ruled over a small kingdom that was under constant attack. Eventually it got so bad, the kingdom was going to fall. So my however-many-great-great-grandfather summoned Haures to ask for his wife and unborn son's salvation. They received salvation but the price was his soul. Not much was said other than when his wife gave birth to his son, he was a demon-werewolf hybrid. The demon gene was only passed to the males, while any f

“I remember. He killed our mother. He would’ve killed us, if we didn’t go insane first from being sealed against our will. How did we die if I could protect us from the pheromone?” “Her body was broken well before that and was too human to heal. It couldn’t handle the shock. It over produced the pheromone as a response to injury. For a normal demon, it would’ve taken longer to die. This was the only option so we could be the queen our people needed. Our magic combined with the earth and created a new body, a better one. New wings gifted by our goddess, new purpose gifted by our anger. Now, we must be one again, finish our spell, and fight.” She explained.

So I assumed we had no one else. “He gave your brother a special potion to appear dead. It wasn’t until years after that I found out the truth. He took your brother.” Potions? Magical gem? Oddly made sense to me. I didn’t say anything, waiting for her to tell me more. She moved the plates to her left and propped her arms on the table. “I said he really is the Devil because he currently rules the Underworld.” I stared at her. Contemplating again if she’s a crazy lunatic. I can process the potions and magic gems because I’ve seen it can be true. But Underworld? Like I said I don’t believe in those things. Just doesn’t sit right with me.

Even though it has been descendants of the twentieth, but the nature and Ariesta's attitude has appeared that she is from the king's descendants. But she is now in shock. Her natur become grumpy... Only to Sebastian Ballmers! But she had a hard time hiding her nature. originally for the purpose of living peacefully. But if she saw the man, she wanted to hurt someone. Her hands wanted to scratch. And she wanted to see the blood dripping on the man's skin. Imagining the man's face, she had unknowingly scratched her fingernails on the wall. For God's sake... Since when did she become a masochist?!

"Do you even know what you are?" Her heart raced. She stumbled back, grabbing a broken chair leg as a weapon. But there was no attacker—just the shadows growing thicker behind her. Twisting. Breathing. And then, from the darkest corner of the room, he emerged. Tall. Lean. Eyes like bleeding stars. A man—no, not a man. A vampire. He looked at her like he’d been waiting for centuries. And then he bowed. "At last," he said. "The Bloodbound Heir returns."