White Demon Novels & Stories

"You need to stop his fire in the first place; otherwise, if you do not, he can kill others." "Leave him to me—I will handle him!" I folded my sleeves and looked at Jacob—he was not concerned for me but confident about my skills. The Demon was almost 10 feet tall, and the tail was very dark and wide. The scales have a dark, shiny substance; maybe that's the poison on his skin. He nodded his head, and I blinked my eyes twice while stepping in front of the witches. The witches sighed while breaking the protection shield, of course—I am here in front of everyone to protect them.

Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose. His dual nature became an ever-present torment. He found himself torn between the memories of a life he cherished and the reality of the darkness that threatened to consume him. The demon's whispers grew louder, urging him to surrender, to give in to his true nature. But in the depths of his being, a flicker of resistance burned, a small flame of hope that refused to be extinguished.

I’ll make this quick or fuck knows what I will return to. I hop into my car and hit the road, transforming into my alter ego, Xavier Vorden, as soon as I reach the wilderness. As a demon, I possess the unique ability to assume various identities. I adopted the persona of Xavier to portray myself as a hedge-fund investor, but in truth, I am hired by people to inflict pain and eliminate those who have done them wrong. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement - they keep their hands clean, and I get to indulge my demonic nature while getting paid. It’s a win-win situation.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

He pushed me hard, and I fell to the ground. Looking up, I noticed a man standing before me; he was huge, with pure white hair and completely black eyes. He was the scariest and most imposing creature I had ever seen. I knew who he was even by a single glance. This was Vox, the Demon Overlord, and he was in this pack. He walked past me like I wasn’t even there. “Did you do as I told you?” he asked Daemon, his voice calm and yet threatening. “I did.”

I close my eyes and wait in horrified stillness for her to speak again. After a long moment, she continues, “Everything I know is kind of pieced together. From what I understand, the demon’s always been there, wandering out in the swamp. Ages ago, my ancestors made some kind of deal with it, but it went wrong. It’s been haunting the property ever since, driving the Gregory family crazy and killing anybody who gets too close.” “Helen said it’s called Asmodeus,” I add. “They used some kind of voodoo spell.” It sounds so wild when I say it out loud. Do I really believe in witchcraft and conjuring and all of that woo-woo nonsense?

With a sigh, El-Kharis turned away from the sleeping princess and slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. In the dimly lit hallway, a group of demons approached, their eyes glinting with suspicion and curiosity. One of them, a tall demon with rough, scarred skin and glowing red eyes, stepped forward. "Lord," he growled, "we heard rumors of a human in the castle. Is it true?" El-Kharis's eyes narrowed. "It is none of your concern," he replied, his voice cold. "Leave now." The demon scoffed. "None of our concern? After what the humans have done to us? We deserve to know!"

In the center, a figure crouched over a dying fire, smoke curling around curved horns of burnished bronze. “Kael,” the stranger drawled, without looking up. “Still running from covenants you can’t keep?” “Still hiding from ones you broke?” Kael replied, though there was no malice—only weariness. The demon rose, finally letting his gaze flick toward Aria. “And this must be the witch the Covenant marked. Brave, or foolish.” Aria straightened despite the ache in her limbs. “Alive,” she said simply. “That’s enough for now.”

“Thanatos wolf Salem said he won’t let me go. I’m sorry, Dad. But you’ll have to give him one of my other sisters’ hands in marriage.” “You're right; another sister shouldn’t be a big deal. He only wanted you if you had your demon wolf. Hopefully, he’s okay to marry your other sister that doesn’t have one.” “Why on earth would Uncle Darwin want to marry a demon wolf?” “He said his first mate was a demon wolf, and she was killed. Demon wolves are rare to find in girls. Usually, only males have them. You were so young, and it was so long ago I honestly forgot about it.”

“Right now. Find out who sent it, where it came from, and how fast it moved.” He exhales. “You think it’s her?” “I think,” I say, my tone colder than it’s ever been, “it’s time to stop thinking and start knowing.” "We can't keep receiving messages everyday from a ghost, who is good at playing mind games. I'm Adrian morrite and we don't play games we create them. After saying that I hung up, I stand by the window, watching the smoke from the chimneys curl into the night sky. The fire, the wire, the lies, they all blur together now.