Witch Demon Novels & Stories

Another witch fell. "You are winning," Volkov grunted, shaking his head as the trance lifted slightly with the witches' distraction. "Keep going, tech-boy." Damon snarled. He looked at Ethan, who was blinking, the violet fire starting to kindle again as the spell weakened. "Useless hags," Damon spat. He reached into his robes and pulled out a wand—not wood, but a rod of black iron twisted into a spiral. He abandoned the ritual, abandoned the taunting. He threw himself at Silas.

"I don't think the witches should mess with mother nature any further. You all know what happened when a witch tried to create eternal life. A vampire was born, and now our existence threatens war." Ariel sighs heavily and parks his sinewy arms underneath his chest. His eyes are glued to the floor, thoughtful while he seems to form words inside his mouth. Finally, the dragon-shifter speaks. "From what I've heard, a demon is a creature unable to love or feel human emotions. I don't think summoning one is a good idea." "They want to fuse an existing one with a human," Blaze says.

The lamps suddenly went off and strange noises heard. Thomas got scared but it's too late, he can't leave this place now, the silhouette of Daven is visible but there's no movement in him. "Daven," he called out his brother’s name. This ritual strengthens the Demon’s powers, and their spells work to great extends. The witchcraft has worked, Daven's eyes were glowing red, Thomas realized it's not his brother and bowed in front the Demon. “I want you do something for me, Thomas," The Demon said.

Devon, Jasmine's stepbrother used sorcery and performed something unthinkable, something a normal human being would never do. At the time when Jasmine and Dakota were ready to mate. First mating with the alpha means her eyes would be closed because the alpha is like a god whose nakedness must not be seen by no man. On the very day of the mating, the midwives prepared the bath for Dakota and did the rituals that needed to be done. Her face was tied and she awaits Jasmine in the dark room. On the other hand, Jasmine was delayed by a wizard from the first order of witches. The first order of witches was banned from the Moonstone clan because of dark magic, but Devon embraced it because he wante

“Zephyr Darkken! What is wrong with you? It was difficult to understand you in your previous life and as the days pass, it’s becoming impossible. Does that not bother you at all?” “What do you want me to do about it? Kill Devon? Chop him up, claw out his guts and hang his head from Diana’s favourite tree? Come on, Jan. Grow up. She is free to choose who she wants and who she doesn’t. Both of us know whom she is going to choose. Of course, it’s Devon…” “But he is not good for her. When a demonic werewolf mates with their fated werewolf, instead of growing strong, they turn weaker, submissive, and…”

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

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.

Lucian greeted, I merely nodded once, opting to stay silent. Aedion smiled at us "So, shall we talk?" He grinned. • After around 2 hours of business talk and 5 martinis, it was finally time to leave "Always a pleasure Lucian" Aedion smiled, his eyes flickering to me "And an even greater pleasure dear Vixen" He grinned That's what I was known as. The Vixen. Every good assassin needs a badass name after all. "Likewise" I smiled politely He moved in to kiss my cheek goodbye, a polite gesture that turned sour as his hands drifted awfully low

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

The fitted tunic that hugged his body accentuated his lean physique showcasing the fluid lines of his muscles. “My queen, I'm Devon Leo, a witch and vampire hybrid. Your humble servant is here to pay my respects to you,” he said in that strange voice of his as he knelt, bowing to me. “A witch?” My eyes took him in, marvelling when his red hair changed to black. “How the hell did you do that?!” I gasped, watching as it changed back to red. He looked up, smiling. Once more, his beauty took my breath away. The man has fucking dimples.