Unclaimed Demigod Novels & Stories

Colton's whisper now sounded alarmed, as if he could tell something was about to go down and was desperate to stop it. "And if they want to reject us? What then?" The voice I now knew belonged to Sol, Leviathan's son, quizzed his dad. "That's not exactly how it works. You're demigods. You need to do the rejecting. I wouldn't allow those of a lower class to reject you."

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.

I grinned slightly and elbowed Grace. "Our mates have come to save us," I said happily and stood up smiling at Lani. Sathanas headed straight toward us and stopped before touching the salt barrier. "Was the person that summoned you working with the government," he asked curiously and I shook my head. "More like a disgruntled mother that didn't want her precious son marrying a gold digging hussy," I said teasingly and Grace kicked me in my ass. "It's my ex fiancé's mother who felt I wasn't behaving like normal. I took over the original Grace and she could tell. She didn't realize that we were in fact demons and merely got lucky with the summons," she mumbled irritatedly and Sathanas nodded.

Now Oliver was confused what did she mean by that? Was she alright? Or was this something else? “What do you mean by that, Leia? What is it?” He persisted in asking her. Then she smiled again, looking into his eyes, and then said only a few words. “It is you. I have been waiting my whole life for you to come. And finally, you have come, finally, you are here. And now you have unlocked my destiny, now I have a purpose to fulfill. A great cause lies ahead of us. Now our blood has merged to become one, and I carry the mark of a demi-god.”

Smoke curled from the center pit, rising like a serpent into the midday sky. The elders sat like old gods, cloaked, grizzled, faces weathered by wind and war. Kael stood at the center. Silent. Aria was summoned last. Her footsteps echoed too loud as she approached the circle. Whispers fell like snow behind her. She stood before them but not with Kael, not behind him, but alone. Rogan, the oldest of the elders, stood slowly. He had a voice like gravel and eyes like flint. “We’ve spilled blood to keep this camp hidden. We’ve buried brothers and sisters in shallow graves, never given the time to mourn. And now we shelter the daughter of a traitor. A Silverborn with powers none of us understand.

The grandfather says that the girl him is going to set up an arranged marriage with is the one who was with grandfather Lee when he helped Haven. In return, Haven dedicated his life to becoming Grandpa Lee's son-in-law and he promised to take care of Grandpa Lee's family. Haven hides his real identity at the request of Lee's grandfather, so that the Lee family will not become the enemy's target when they find out that Haven is the son-in-law of the Lee family. Since then, Clark's figure as the God of War as a military leader in the nation of medicine disappeared. The nation of medicine lost the god of war, the national stronghold.

After all, Cliden was the only family he had left who was bold enough to accept his unfriendly nature despite of him being indifferent, and he regretted it – he regretted choosing envy over love. Meanwhile, Elise discovered that the loud, screeching noise was from a crying baby lying naked inside the cauldron. She glanced at the lifeless princess as she recalled the latter’s command. She could not fathom how the baby survived when the spell failed. Nonetheless, she would raise the baby and keep her promise.

he asked her. "I am not using anyone as stepping stone. I am making them demigods" she rectified angrily. "So tell me what demigods are, to gods. Aren't they some servants?" he scoffed. "Thanks so much, I don't want to be a demigod, I want to be a god, like you. Tell me your secrets" he let out honestly.

Despite the apparent risks, she had subtly encouraged me to keep my relationship with Cameron. We settled into the quiet space, and my dad explained everything to the shaman. He didn’t mention my witch bloodline; that wasn’t the focus. Instead, he emphasized how the Moon Goddess chose me, and yet, the same goddess had given me a soulmate despite the fact that I wasn’t supposed to be with anyone. The contradiction gnawed at all of us.

"Are you serious right now?" Mateo's voice sliced through the hum of the Vargas Grand Casino's ventilation. He paced the plush carpet of the executive suite, eyes flashing a dangerous gold. "Most people make their pack at work. And the orphan angle? Really? You’d think a stray-turned-Alpha like you would get that not everyone in this city comes from a legacy den. It's not as shady as you’re making it look. Sure, Victor’s story has gaps, but every rogue in this territory is walking around with craters in their history. Should I have dug deeper? Maybe. But he isn't some high-level operative. He’s a dancer. He’s not a Dragunov spy, if that makes your fur lay flat."