Viking Demon Novels & Stories

They saw her alone, easy, and they moved in like starving wolves. Fornication. One of mankind’s proudest talents. Now she sits there, curled in sorrow. And for some damn reason, a thought slithers through my mind: Maybe I should cheer her up. Ridiculous. I’m Paimon. Demon King. Ninth Circle Prince. I strip souls bare and feed them to nightmares. My joy is in their screams—not their smiles. But… I know her weakness. Food. I sat beside her, snapped my fingers, and summoned a burger with my Demonic Energy—three thick patties, lettuce, tomato, bacon, and enough grease to clog a mortal's soul.

“Lights up. Audience seated. Let the Demon Games begin.” ‎My jaw dropped, only one thought running rampant in my mind. ‎“Daniel, Victoria get ready for my revenge." ‎ ‎

Without me, you would be dead, you silly! But yes, death is more favorable to him, if he achieved this kind of death the process will be finalized and he well become a Demon Alpha God, and that is the most dreadful part. "If that's the case, then whoever this wolf is, you all die together!" threatened the witch yelling, "Again! Attack!" "But... what if she's the moon goddess?" asked a man who had shifted into a human form. "Don't believe what you see. Your moon goddess isn't dumb enough to show up just to protect this demon wolf!" reasoned the witch and reminded, "This is what we all want! To kill Kael Hawthorne, the son of a demon! Now, witches act! Everyone attack!"

He still have some conscience left in him. Fayes spoke up ,"Greetings Your majesty. There are a few North Demon Lords and the Northern Lord. Jacinda, the fifth demon lord. I heard she's cruel, ruthless and powerful." Daemon noted to himself to remember her name. One day he would visit her. "Lord Seventh, the seventh lord. And Viktor, the ninth Demon Lord. Currently he's fighting a battle against rebels at the borders." Fayes said. Although he feared Daemon, he had some respect for the man. The man had fought and resisted Gregory all the way. No one dares to go against Gregory.

she replied. " Oh" I said. " How then can you help me?" That's my ultmost concern. " Well first, you have to know that the one you want to war against is not an ordinary wolf. He's a true demon...." She paused looking at me. " Who doesn't know that" I said casually. " Well he doesn't seem to have a grudge with you" she said. " I do have a grudge with him and it's a big one" I said angrily.

he said, his voice unwavering. He worked for hours, chanting incantations and drawing intricate symbols on the talisman. And as he finished, he placed it in my hands, his eyes meeting mine. "This talisman will protect you from the Demon werewolf's charm," he said. "But be warned, it is not foolproof. You must still be vigilant, and never let your guard down." "Do not underestimate the Demon werewolf," he warned. "He is one of the most powerful and cunning creatures in all of the supernatural realm. His charm is strong, and he can manipulate even the strongest-willed individuals."

Her demeanor shows her awareness of her attractiveness and she reveled in it, turned her body slightly towards the doorway and positioned herself in a manner which shows her most attractive angle and pushed her ample chest, attracting even more lascivious attention. She tilted her head into a more seductive pose, strands of her hair partially hiding her eyes, unseen to everyone, the irises of her eyes which were dark, glowed dark red and a lighter shade around the pupils, giving an eerie feeling. She gave a low sinister chuckle. ************************************************************************************************

Clea was too shocked to say anything. "You're a descendant of the Goddess Fló. A sworn protector of this town and the towners. A witch that became a demon. Ohalo is awakening the formerly asleep demon energy in you." "Demon?!" Kali exclaimed again. Clea was shaken. She didn't even know what being a Demon meant. There was no way for her to believe it since she didn't even understand. No wonder. It was close to what Kali theorized;

I joined her now looking at all the wolves in attendance, looking for anyone who looked suspicious or nervous. “Does anyone here have any ideas why and how you are being tracked?” She asked innocently, acting like she was really relying on them to come up with ideas. After a few minutes she sighed. “I thought as much.” She grinned, showing off her silver teeth. “Most of you don’t know, but my enemies have given me a nickname... I am known as Demon. The Demon of SilverFang to be exact. Would anyone like to know why I am called that?” She barely paused before she started to send out commands. “I WANT TO KNOW WHO HAS BEEN TEXTING LOCATIONS TO VITO!!!”

In the room there were werewolf Alphas, werewolf elders, and vampire sub-rulers of different continents, Aiden's dad, my father, Aiden and me. Apparently this was not going to be easy judging from what my father had told us about the demons in the meeting. "I've sent a spy to the demon layer. He just reported to me and apparently their army is now three times bigger than our army of werewolves and vampires combined." He told us with a frustrated expression. Luckily a demon had the same strength as a vampire but the problem was that some of them had black wings so they would be able to fly. They also drank vampire and werewolf blood. Only their King had a power which was the power of controll