Viking Demon Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes, they watched her until she finishes. "Who's your God?" Theodore asks. "God? No, it’s a Demon," "Demon?" Viktor frowned, every time she mentions something strange, he's getting anxious because he's too worried about her. “Yes, the Demon will protect this place until we return," she said. "I couldn't believe what you're saying,” Theodore comments, “It all sounds so unrealistic for me,” "That's fine, just pretend that you didn't hear anything,” she said. "Are you not going to explain?" Viktor asks.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

“When Vanessa attached Divina, her wolf wasn’t normal. It was possessed by a demon and Divina killed it. Then saved Vanessa. Her injuries would have been fatal otherwise.” Mrs. Brancich gasps and her hand flies up to cover her mouth. “Warrick, do you know what it looked like?” I nod my head sharply. “I need to do some research. There are different kinds of demons. We need to know what we are dealing with.” She says chewing on the side of her cheek.

Myla raised an eyebrow. “What solution?" “He told me that the chief of hunters could remove the demon from inside me but that didn't work out" Myla froze as she stared at Ares with wide eyes. “Was that why you murdered my father in cold blood because he couldn't free you from your demon? Huh?"...

Before I start this book, I want to explain something. Who is a Yoruba Demon? A Yoruba Demon is technically a full fledged Zaddy. They're not literal demons but we'll soon know why they are called that in a second. So a Yoruba demon is a very handsome,tall, fine as hell, ripped body kind of guy. Let's not forget stinking rich. But inside all of that, he's not your everyday kind of boyfriend. Trust me, Yoruba demons don't have to beg to get into your pants. You'll be the one taking your pants off lol.

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

Knowing that he was very close to her, Lyrie didn’t meet him. “I will not go with you,” said Lyrie as she turned into a demon with large claws, red flinty eyes and full of rage. She was surrounded by the nymphs and Nyka. “I am going to Xikoth and tell him the truth,” she threatened. “I will tell him how you made Ivanov sick every time you visited us, how you used me against Amelia.” Nyka was a dark elf. She couldn’t turn into a demon but she was empowered with magic. Dark elves ruled the demons. And Xikoth was the most powerful dark elf.

Rubbing a tear away, I sat back down on the chair. “What do you mean, then?” “Demons can be respawned all the time. Dad has this pool of souls, and he just goes in there, touches his finger in it and out pops a demon. They get their bodies back and go on their merry way,” Loki’s smiled. “I would never kill someone, like a human or supernatural, just the demons.” My hands fiddled with themselves, glancing from Loki to my nail polish. “Alright,” Loki sighed, his breath fanning my face.

The outstretched hand felt the needles of cold digging into the palm, the fingers clenched into a fist by themselves, a few words escaped from the lips - distorted, similar to the rustling of the wind: - What is happening? Words in the language of another world, the world from which his brother came. Demon world. The answer came almost immediately, a picture of a burning forest flashed before my eyes, the flames mercilessly devoured the trees, grass and the soil itself, and at the same time burned the flesh of the dead walking between the trunks. The one who gave birth to this flame was in the meadow next to the forest - three people - children and ... Vic. Yarsi shuddered involuntarily, the

Queen Veronica utters. Demonica still tries to get up then she faces us looking so scary and angry. “That power is MINE!” Demonica screams as if she is starting to go crazy, her voice is not of Demonica or that echoing two voices rather it is a voice that we once heard on Demonica’s vision of the past where she met the black goddess.