The Demon's Darling Daughter Novels & Stories

She looked entirely unspooled. I stood up instantly, ripping my hand from the medic’s grip before the final shard could be drawn. "Out," I told the girl with the tweezers. The medic did not pack her kit. She simply grabbed the metal tray, her sneakers squeaking frantically against the polished floorboards as she sprinted past August and threw the door shut. The click of the latch was the cue my daughter needed to collapse. "She is a demon, Father," August choked out, her fingers clawing at the lapels of my linen blazer, dragging her damp, chlorine-soaked scent into my chest. "She did it on purpose. She stood there and she engineered it."

These bastards worship only one thing: money. I stepped into the elevator, ready to vanish from this corporate circus, only to find Valentina already inside. And just great—the walking virgin killer locked eyes with me, giving me another one of her sinful, come-fuck-me looks. She immediately latched onto my right arm, nestling herself between her boobs. Soft. Like a pillow made of temptation. But I held my composure. I wasn’t going to let some human woman throw me off. I’m a demon, not a desperate fool.

Lorianne yelled at her, "How can I accept something that I wasn't interested in" "Hazel" Lorianne roared making the ground shake but Hazel stood unfazed. She wasn't scared of her mother anymore not now that she had grown to be a strong and powerful sorcerer. "I see that you have also learnt to stand against me" Hazel used to be scared of her outburst when she was little and would always do as she said. "What did you expect, I am your daughter after all" Hazel scoffed, "What brings you here?" "I need to know about the Demon Wolf"

I demanded. The demon lifted its head slightly, its glowing, multi-layered eyes narrowing. “Recognition.” My heart pounded violently. “Recognition?” “Yes, Princess,” the demon rumbled, its voice vibrating through the walls. “You are not merely Hades’ daughter, you are one of us.” Hell was a lot different from what I thought it would be. There were different forms of demons, grotesque and monstrous, while there were some with eerie beauty, their features outwardly and hauntingly elegant.

Daisy said more gently, "the demon you made a deal with is my father. And he's coming here tonight." "Your father?" Ariana said, confused. "But you're just a werewolf pack member." "No," Daisy said. "I'm half-demon. And my father is one of the most powerful demon lords in Hell." Ariana stared at Daisy in shock. "If you're his daughter, then why are you stopping me? Shouldn't you be helping me destroy this pack?" "Because I choose to be good instead of evil," Daisy said. "Because these people are my real family now."

I leaned towards him, trying my best to hide the malice and amusement in my voice. “You understand that I have a harem of demons and women of different shapes, types and creeds here, right? All of them are ready to bend to my will however I deem fitting. So what makes your daughter Noosha, who is not the fruit of your groins but the product of your magic, so special? Why would I even consider her hand?” He rose his hand in the air and I saw projection: the woman so beautiful and ethereal, looking like no any woman I saw before was walking down the Elysian Fields, singing some song which sounded like a call of a siren.

When she turns around and places a hand on his cheek. “Forget what I just said, my love, I spoke out of turn; you’re the only one for me even when you craved that little harem of misfits,” she says and I can literally see the memories being erased from his mind. “There, perfect puppet.” My father blinks and captures her mouth in a kiss. “Let us know when we can attack; is the babe still needed for all of this?” Marle nods. “The babe is instrumental in this; her demonic blood is required to open the portal for Xamnir to cross over,” she says, and I just know they’re talking about Konstanin’s daughter.

Piero asked. Demarr stood up quickly and bolted to her room. She came out with a folded piece of paper. “Piero, my love…” Piero was overjoyed. “It’s from Talia!” “Please, don’t risk your life by coming to us, as the only reason we are alive at this point is due to the fact that the two demon princes took a liking to your daughter. She looks like their dead mates, who also happened to be twins, and they claim that she looks and acts just like them. They have given our daughter an ultimate to choose one of them. Again, don’t come here, these creatures are bigger, much more stronger and faster. Stay home and look after yourself, Demar and the boys. Love, your wife.” Piero read aloud.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.