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Fated to The Demon Alpha

The conclave's throne is empty, and now supernaturals all around are gunning for power. The right of ownership to the throne has gone to the wolves, who are to succeed Katrina, the high priestess, but then the ultimate power belongs to the one who finds the gate. Thirty years ago, a massacre went down in Boston city and a veil was created by the high priestess Katrina, driving all supernaturals out. A few humans were aware of what had gone down. They were aware that creatures of the night had gone rogue and caused a bloodbath. Jefferson Walsh was a clueless young man then, but he knew and now, thirty years later, he's the Sheriff and they are all about to see a repeat of the same massacre. It's Jefferson's worst nightmare. Now, the veil has been broken and a series of murders take place. Terrible secrets are being revealed. A hunter's clan is running out of time. After striking a bargain with the cunning high priestess thirty years ago, it tied their lineage to the veil. Their lives are on the line. They will stop at nothing to hunt down the supernaturals raiding Boston city, thirsty for power and for the gate... NAOMI: An innocent honeymooner who has visions of death and sleepwalks, gets caught up in the mix and is the prime suspect of these murders. When her beloved husband betrays her, she's barely hanging by a thread. A cunning demon seems to be her only hope. THE DEMON ALPHA: He lost his title. Cursed and cast away alongside his dear sister, he has a long way to regaining his title and conquering the conclave's throne. His only consolation is the innocent Naomi, reborn as the angel of death, who is fated to be his bride. ~ (Excerpt) Faxon brought his lips to her ear. "I want your lips on my cock tonight. Give and take, you'll bend over while I fuck you. Do I scare you?" "Maybe a little. I fear the things you do to me whenever I'm in your bed. I'm scared I'll never want to leave." His eyes gleamed with desire. He breathed. "Say my name." "Faxon." Her voice was a treacherous whisper. She sounded so out of breath and barely audible. He shut his eyes and released a pleasurable sigh, running the tip of his nose along the crook of her neck...

Olivia_Onoh · Fantasy
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73 Chs

Demon Slayer

Lisa found her back against Damien as so many took form, coming out of the walls from all angles, blurry, then to life. They appeared, drawing out sibilant sounds, like the hiss of a snake, eyes red and hungry. These demons facing them weren't the kinds they saw on other nights and it was just eight-thirty in the morning. Twenty-eight hours after the veil had been broken.

Rule gripped the bag of crystals and held it closely. He looked around space and the demons circling them with wide, flickering eyes. His first rodeo with the red market and it wouldn't be pleasant. Lisa knew what they had come for. It was their crystals.

Damien brandished the foldable sword from his boots. He had it raised above his eyes, waiting to attack. Lisa's silver daggers were in each hand. The black onyx the Cahills possessed linked and formed a veined glass shield around them. It kept the demons out and away, but only for now.