Unclaimed Demigod Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, what did you mean by saying before he clocks 20yrs of age?" "Until he clocks 20yrs, then he will have the access to his full powers because he's naturally gifted by the gods, your son is a demigod. He has a great destiny to fulfil and a great battle to fight, though he won't do this alone, he's going meet his team, together they'll bring balance to the world" BACK TO THE PRESENT "Who was the person that told you all these?" I asked her after she finished narrating everything to me.

I nod, weirdly understanding this and considering that for the past few hundred years or so – if not thousands – those poles have been stridently opposed. “But when the Goddess pulls away, the stories say, he gets incredibly jealous. And he takes out that jealousy by…having a lot of affairs. Trying to make her jealous in turn.” “Scandalous,” I whisper, a little delighted at the cosmic drama of it all. “Mmhmm,” Jacks murmurs, continuing. “And a lot of those affairs have resulted in kids. Some of them are just…normal kids – humans, wolves. Some of them are demigods, like you,” I wiggle my shoulders back, preening, pleased to be included, “and some are…very nearly full-on Gods, thought never on

This felt like it wasn’t going to end in a good way anyway. “That’s funny, you told me that wolves and witches have never been together in a very long time,” I said calmly, staring deeply into his reflection in the window. “I know I said that, but I was wrong and I lied. Years before you were born, Witches and werewolves did live together and there was no argument. The moon goddess sent someone else to us, A demigod named Ratar. But something tragic happened.” “Demigod?” Was this a joke or what?

I thought and Mac leaned close to me. "Hook up?" He said helpfully, and I nodded. Of course, he would know that and not simple history. "Yes, Mac," I said, smiling at him. "Hook up. Hook up with mortals to be specific. Do you know what the children of a mortal and a god are called?" I asked and Mac nodded, a smile still on his lips. "Demigods, or half-bloods." He answered correctly and I raised my brows at him in shock.

" My grandmother said. The story sent chills down my spine. I remember hearing the tale of a demi god from a really old wolf when I was young. But no one believed him. The elders of the pack said that he was old and crazy and that he told lies to kids. I can see that he wad right now. Demi gods really did exist. And somehow, I am a part of them. It made sense why different people are after me. They all want to make use of the powers that I have!

he commented. I do not think whoever those two were that came looking for Mykayla, Braeynia and Danique were human. I bet they were one of the demigods. As to how they completely wiped out the rogues’ memories, that is still a mystery to be solved. Chris was scrolling through his phone. He must have found what he was looking for. He showed Gorman the pictures of the three demigods, but Gorman shook his head.

I’ve been to the girls’ apartment a million times. Summer and her crew—Chris, Fati, JoJo—are some of the best friends I’ve ever had. My family’s lived in this area with them our whole lives. Their mom, Meredith, is the main oracle of the Goddess, and my parents are demi-gods. We’re legacy kids, born from the wolves who ended the war and rebuilt the world.

I asked. Fawn shook his head. "When I was young I too doubted if this existed. I heard stories from my father but I thought that it was just a legend. Until one day I saw something... anyway, all you need to know is that at some point, demi-gods did exist. They regulated the world and made sure that every other being did not misuse their power and bully the humans who did not have powers at all. They were a menace to the black witches who especially liked to use their powers for evil. Then, a war broke out between the black witches and them. The black witches had gotten some help from some other creatures who wanted absolute power for themselves. The demigods were defeated and most of them w

She stepped inside, panting in the cold. The fire was waiting. Not flame as mortals knew it, but spirit—burning at the heart of the ruin, coiled in golden light. “Elara Sterling,” it murmured, voice like embers crackling. “Daughter of Robin. Daughter of ash.” she dropped to her knees with a pounding heart. “Why do you call me here?” "Because you are not just a child of man." The fire swirled, creating shadows that moved like warriors. “You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.”

He saw a being seating on a very solid and big throne it occupied the miniature universe itself, the highness of the entity was so great his throne raised and vanished into oblivion and dept of the miniature universe like he was a tall pillar. Clancy knows not who the entity was but the demon princes do, they whispered into his ears and informations flooded into his brain like a vile electric power was charged into his head. Orus, the elder god of trickery, mischief and treachery is a very manipulative elder God that fell from the glory of Demigorus, the creator of the elder gods. Along side his brothers; Cryptor, Krios, Lapetus and Cronus, they enforced the dark gods known as Tyranny in att