Umaru Doma Novels & Stories

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

"Come in," "Arman, who's that? Oh," Amara was shocked to see him. "May I come in?" Darson lifted the bags he's carrying. "Yeah, come in." Arama responded with an awkward smile. The three of them went to the kitchen, and watch Darson while he prepared everything he needed. And, when Amara saw the mocha cake he took out from one of the box, Amara couldn't help but smile. Arman noticed how they both looked at each other, and all his reaction was to simply shake his head in disbelief. He may be a kid, but he understand what he sees.

she asked, making me nod as I continued examining her appearance, causing her to smile. "Hi, this is our first meeting, right? My name is Loma," she said as she extended her hand adorned with many shiny accessories made from pearl shells. "I'm Aurel, but where am I?" I asked, making her smile again. "You don't need to worry; you're in a safe place. I'm sure you're hungry. Well, not to worry, I brought food for you. I'm not sure if it's to your taste, but I believe you'll like it. It's my latest recipe," she said, making me look at the tray as if it were a seafood dish soup.

Nothing much was in Zenrada’s books about Amarxona but one thing that was consistent in the little essay written was how beautiful the land was. Though all he could see was greenery, King Darren concluded that Amarxona was indeed beautiful and strangely… soothing. The ground he was on wasn’t sandy and rough like the path he was just coming from. The Amarxonan land was covered with carpet-like green grasses. Unlike Zenrada’s latest plight, their sky was blue, the bluest he had ever seen. In addition, there were linings of different colours that looked so elegant in the sky, one could just stare at them all day.

She gave me a cup containing herbal medicine, the steam rising in the cool wind. "Here, drink." She said softly. "It'll help with the muscle pain." I took the cup, grateful for her care. "Thank you really, Maya." I said, taking a sip of the tea. She took a seat right beside me, longing for a talk wih me. "You're doing well, Jaydon. Don't be too hard on yourself." I glanced at her, and couldn’t help but notice her eyes reflecting the firelight. "I thank you for your concern, but I have to be hard on myself to actually be something to all of you."

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

We go to our locker rooms to change, but this was not the way it was all supposed to happen. Walking out of the locker rooms Bram is waiting in the hall, he turns and gives a half man hug and says, “Man, bro, thanks for helping my sister. She looked really freaked out. I do not even know what is going to happen now. Can you believe the Amory is dead?” I will not tell him yet, but his sister is my mate. I feel like her and I need to talk first, especially after she seems not to recognize me as her mate.

As soon as my warriors saw me walking up their direction ,they immediately stop laughing and pretend to be looking around for a missing object and ran off . Kumara was a really tall figure about 6ft 3 inches ,but a little shorter than lone ,he had a really muscular build and board chest, I can feel him smiling through the mask as he sees Juliana approaching ,the mate bond between Juliana and himself was unprecedented ,wow this is really beautiful ,so this is what having a mate feels like .

It was a beautiful morning, Cara had just woken up. It been a while since she slept this good. Her husband Fatu had not failed to give her the comfort she had desired. Fatu has been nothing short of amazing since they got married and she was proud of the man that he is. She had always thought he was like his friend kamur, but an act of kindness he had displayed in her presence kick started her feelings for him. Kamur on the other hand she really didn't like and didn't understand Dala's obsession for him. Now they where married Dala usually complained about how he neglects her and only seeks her attention when he wants to satisfy his urges.

At his side was Aria, quiet strength in her posture, eyes sharp with understanding the moment they landed on Lia. Lia stiffened. “You invited… guests?” “I invited perspective,” I said. Dominic’s gaze flicked between us, then he smirked. “You look exactly like I expected. And you, Marcel are wrong about my wife not being feral. She just hides it well in front of guests.” Aria glared at Dominic who smirked as he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead. Lia blinked. “Excuse me? What the hell is going on here?”