A Demon Lord's Tale Novels & Stories

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.

His arm blocked Carter's hand and jerked it away. No sound from the audience was made and they just looked at us as if they have no intention to go in between. It was like they have no right to go in between the two lords. "Don't you dare hold my wife, Rellis." "You just lured her, you devil." "And what do you call yourself? Angel? If you must know, Eve, this ex-boyfriend of yours killed over a hundred of innocent humans," Landon said and gave me a quick glance.

"I know this is a long shot, but do you know anything about the demons that attacked Nathaniel?" "I don't, but I do know one thing. The demon that attacked him must have been a very powerful one. Possibly a millennium old, but I doubt that. You won't be able to defeat a demon that strong." "What about Nathaniel? Can he defeat the demon?" "Yes, but of course, he can't. He's unconscious." "Not for long." Dalia hopped off the counter. "What do you plan on doing?" *** DALIA "Are you sure of this?" Ishmael asked Ayra for the thousandth time.

"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?"

Most dragons were solitary and rarely had any reason to assemble. When I was young, my mother told me stories of the supernatural wars and the great dragon generals and warriors. I was surprised the gods had decided this was enough of a fight to be worthy of a Pendragon. I listened as another man spoke. “I’m Veles, Vasili of the desire demons. I free every demon who hears this from any commands I issued while under the influence of the government. Forgive me, please. Any who have the blood of demons in them, who disagree with what has been done to supernaturals and our people, follow your heart to me and fight.” He urged.

The sentries worked in perfect coordination, pack bonds allowing them to anticipate each other's movements. For a moment, I thought we might actually win. Then the demon lord arrived. It didn't come through the walls like the others. It simply appeared in the center of the room, reality bending around it like heat waves. It was massive, easily eight feet tall, with skin that looked like molten obsidian and eyes like burning coals. When it spoke, its voice was the sound of cities burning. It raised one clawed hand and made a gesture that looked almost like a military signal.

“Thousands years ago I almost wiped out humanity because I felt the need for more power and also wanted to rule over every single being in the terrestrial planet And due to things that I did I accidentally broke the gates of Tartarus, thus Demons were released into the world and almost laying waste to mankind just like I've always wanted but of course I only wanted all the powers for myself so I took on the demons and laid waste to them all and also sealed the Demon back in Tartarus with the help of a moon goddess and the guardian. I was cursed with a thing called immortality and also lived thousands of years of my life without a mate as punishment for what I'd done… The Demon lord Would be

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.

"I know. What else is new?" The girl sat up pulling against the binds holding her down, the metal bent and broke like thin wood. Free, the demon girl tried to jump from the bed but fell back as the containment circle forced her back and she fell against the bed. Callie threw more holy water at her. It couldn’t hurt a demon too badly while inside its host but it was good at annoying it. "Stop that," the demon hissed. "I will if you tell me what the Lords want." "What the Lords want is not for you or I to question. They must be obeyed–"

" Dylan asked staring up at Tamar with his green-gray eyes. Tamar was speechless, she was just suggesting because even she had no idea of where the whole being of Akeldama can move to, even if they should be a place that means they will become a refugee in another realm. "I don't know, Dylan," she said as she let down her gaze sadly. Dylan was taken aback by Tamar calling out his name without addressing him as a prince, surprisingly Dylan liked the prospect of it and he didn't mind at all. "So how do we stop the demon lord?" Lucian asked.