Viking Demon Novels & Stories

Oniko asked as we sat down. “No.” I shook my head. “Are they also a part of the witches?” “No,” Oniko growled, a look of pure hatred surfacing quickly upon his face. “They are demons who used to be humans, blood drinkers, and they are very fast, powerful and deadly.” I frowned thoughtfully. “You mean like vampires?” “Yes, I think that’s what you call them.” “Vampires don’t exist!” I blurted sharply, looking back at Iditan for support. This had to be a prank or something. “They are—”

The fight came fast and brutal. Demonkin poured from the ridge—crimson-skinned, horned, axes dripping ichor. Valrosian blades met them in a clash of steel and shadow. Victoria fought like liquid night—blurring between foes, fangs and blade reaping equal toll. Raven stayed close at first, raising fallen soldiers with quick gestures: smoke coiling from her palms, corpses jerking upright, violet eyes flaring as they turned on their former kin. But the demonkin mage-lord had prepared.

They were the kind of people who lived in the shadows, thriving on the chaos and violence that came with power struggles like the one they were about to embark on. A man stepped forward from the group, his presence commanding. He was tall and lean, with sharp features and cold, calculating eyes. His name was Viktor, a man known for his ruthless efficiency and his willingness to do whatever it took to get what he wanted. “So, this is the famous Demon and his little protégée,” Viktor said, his voice dripping with condescension as he eyed Ashley. “I have to say, I’m surprised you had the guts to come here.” Demon’s expression didn’t change, his gaze locked on Viktor. “We’re here because we have

"My family is no more. We have been divided by only one person which I am not even sure of. I only need to catch him red-handed before I can punish him. Trust me, once I get my hands on him, I won't hesitate to snap his head off his neck and feed him to the Hyenas." "You're forgetting something, Alex. Krepe may be a Wolf like you and so is easy to defeat. Sathanas on the other hand," he paused waiting for his words to sink into his head. "Is a demon." He concluded before patting Alex's shoulder and walking past him.

I said. “They kill me anyway,” he replied coldly. One of the hunters suddenly laughed. “You think you can fight all of us after crossing death valley?” He shook his head mockingly. “You should’ve stayed hidden, Demon.” Derek’s eyes darkened dangerously at the word. “I’m not the Demon Wolf,” he said firmly. The leader chuckled. “That’s not what the witches said.” A heavy silence followed. My chest tightened again. The witches. Everything always came back to them.

He could feel his demon’s eyes on him and how embarrassing it was . “Because you were too slow, you should have figured it out,” he said, trying to stand up. “How?” she snapped. “I was showing all over me!” he exclaimed. “The dark aura, red eyes, and even my fire. How could you not know?” he asked, standing up fully. She thought about and those things gave him away, but she never thought he was a demon. Demon and wolves hate each other, so how did his parents birth a demon wolf hybrid? How is he the king of demons when demons and wolves hate each other to the core?

"I don't mean to switch the topic, but, do you mind clarifying what you are? Because you know of mates, I'm certain you've gathered that we are werewolves. But I still wish to know what you are. Bennet is the alpha of this pack, but I do most of his duties right now. One of those duties is protecting all within this pack. You may not know this, but you are inside our territory. I have a responsibility to know what you are." He says this all very gently, but I see the underlying message: What the hell are you? Taking a breath, I start, "You were correct in your observation. I am a hybrid of angels and demons. I do not pose a threat to you or your pack. Many hybrids have the ability to use mag

“And I know that you have another name, but frankly, I think ‘Viking’ suits you better than whatever name you were born with.” “Why is that?” “Because I want you to fuck me like a savage… hard and deep.” HIs breath caught at her words, at the image that they conjured up. “You mean that?” “Oh yes. Yes, I mean that.” She leaned back all the way, riding his cock without mercy, her rippling pussy driving him insane. “Fuck me, Viking. Now.”

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

"I imagine so. Which is not good." "Is he the Demon Dax mentioned he hated?" I ask. I want to believe that this man, Keo, who Oliver told me about, was some fictitious over-exaggeration of what a Demon is believed to be. "He is. He's not like most Demon's, killing without mercy, and on an impossibly large scale," Kastriv explains, confirming my worst fears. He is real. Kastriv himself has seen him in person. How horrifying. "He's a murderer?"