A Demon Lord's Tale Novels & Stories

Goddess don’t let it be Lor, anybody but Lor. “The demon wolf.” The male hisses and my eyes close as my worst fear is confirmed. When I open my eyes, his are on me, studying me the same way I studied him. He does not seem to mind that he is hanging upside down at all, somehow pulling off a casual look as if we met at the park. “Explain.” I grit out. His eyes narrow on me but he knows he is at a great disadvantage and obliges. “Well, Princess, it is exactly as you imagine. Every once in a while, the demon wolf comes down here and when he does blood flows and screams ring. He tortures us in ways that even immortals can’t imagine, and he revels in it.”

“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.”

"Oh. I know all about your new master, Arabella. If I were you, I would come with me. As he is someone you really do not want to around." Even though she could tell he was mocking her, she could not miss the underlying warning that graced his tone. "What are you talking about?" she fired. Her uncle heaved a sigh and released his grip on her, but only a little. "He is a demon, Arabella. He is not an ordinary being like the rest of us. Nor does he do things like the rest of us. He is not of this world, Arabella." Demon? Out of this world? She cracked a hearty laugh. Her uncle must have either lost his mind from too much tobacco, or he was now a delusional man.

I murmured. “Nice to meet you, my lady. My name is Lucturex, the demon king's servant and long time friend.” He lowered his head towards me and show some respect. To be honest, he was so good-looking that I didn’t expect that he’s a demon too. Lucturex has red eyes, silver hair and tall white skinny body proportion. “Servant and his… friend?” “Yes, my lady.” “So, you know a lot of things about him then?” I put my hands onto my chest and didn’t look at him with a straight face.

He wove a tapestry of ancient legends, painting vivid images of a bygone era when the realms of magic and supernatural forces collided in a cataclysmic struggle for dominance. "Long ago," he began, his voice carrying a timbre that mirrored the weight of ages. "There was a formidable demon known as Malachi, an entity gifted with the curse of immortality. His powers knew no bounds as he ravaged the realms, feasting upon the life force of innocents and reveling in chaos. But the supernatural beings of that time united, putting aside their differences to confront this malevolence." As my father spoke, I could almost visualize the epic battle that unfolded in his words—a grand clash of mythical c

With that he turned and walked away, the other guy following him. Wait, how did he know my name? My heart pounded but not from sadness anymore, but from something else I dare not mention. The Demon King as was popularly known as, is a tribreed. Maybe that was why everyone feared him, or the mere fact that he could make anyone and even an entire pack disappear without a trace. He was an original Lycan, half vampire and still had Demon blood running through his veins. Goddess, this is not good. “Luna Elara!!”

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!"

" Jarek throws his glas of whiskey against the wall. It's been weeks since Tessa dissappeared after they left her. The feeling of guilt eating him alive. "We never should've left her!" he shouts at Landon. Dark circles under their eyes as they haven't slept since she was taken. The Demon lord really thought this through as the The demon realm is is clearly more tricky to enter as it is in the underworld. He sits down on the sofa his head in his hands and their heads snaps up as the door is slammed open by Folkor.

He announced, his steady voice like a lifeline for us. After all he was number 1 for a reason. “You got this Tyler," Another player chatted, that was when I knew what his name was. “Tyler" a beautiful melody. The type of name a male would have. A small smile tugged at the side of my lips. My heart was still racing but there was this assurance that came with his intimidating presence. Tyler stood before the biggest of the Devourers, raised his hammer and spoke. “Hear me, demon. Tonight I'll put an end to..." Before he could conclude his head was chopped clean off.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.