Arata Trinity Seven Demon Lord Novels & Stories

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

“You want me to finish him?” They spoke using human language, Arth noticed. They must be … Ka’erns … demon-turned humans. And Shadowhunter addressed the tall demon as Lord, which would mean he’s the leader. No wonder the tall demon’s aura was so tremendous that Arth could fall to his knees as it struck him through his bones.

Nor did she plan to let him, the woman thought while licking her lips, he had answers to her questions, and he had an amusing attitude that entertained her, something she didn’t feel in centuries. “My name is Eren Salvatore, and I am the lord of the dark forest!” the woman’s lips stretched as surprised expression settled all over her face, “A demon lord in the forbidden sea?” when she didn’t receive an answer, the woman shook her head, knowing what was her prey waiting for. “My name is Ayartma, and as you predicted, I am a Goddess!”

“But it's not all of them that is like that. You love the third prince of the seven hells realm, don't you? He's not like your father-” “-He's means NOTHING to me anymore! I hate him. He knows I'm dirty now, leader. H-he left. But that's for the better. If I see him, I'd kill him just like I killed Dane.” “You killed Dane, your own father and you still have killing intent. If you admit your sin and repent after seven moon fires, you'll be forgiven and continue living in crescent moon with a reward.” “I thank you for your kindness Leader Atrix, but I won't repent. I have no regrets.”

is undeniably a demon. The woman have this blue eyes, looking at the demon with pure love and affection. Mara trembled in fear the moment she saw the sign on the demon's forehead. The sign of wrath. The demon is one of the seven rulers of hell. Fucking hell?! A grim reaper fell in love with wrath? Wrath... also known as Satan. "What are we gonna name our child?" The woman asked lovingly. The demon smiled and caressed the woman's stomach. "What do you want to name her, my love?"

And he did so. “Aralyn, I will take off your handcuffs now to enable you to eat. Trust is a two-way road. Can I trust you?“. I nodded my head, and he did as promised. I sat upright and finished the meal with lord-knows-what-kind of the demon in silence. The silence was pleasant, unlike the plans that unfolded in my head. I almost felt sorry for demon-doctor-shaman-healer whatsoever, guy. Speaking of which, why do all of them look so hot, goddammit? Shouldn’t demons look like humpbacks with ulcers and horns and, I don’t know, that kind of crap? Apart from their shitty personalities, all of them were well-built and muscled with faces like they were deities and not evil-to-the-core-demons. This

Alpha Torin sat back on his high-backed chair, hands on the armrest. He was dressed in a long black oversized cloak, his jet black half-length hair framing his gorgeous surreal look. With a glance at him, anyone would know he’s demonic at heart. His cold golden eyes swept over the gathering of his pack members. Beside him, Caleb sat. And on the other side, draped in a sleek silver fitted jumpsuit, with a long cloak that matched the colors of her white hair and hazel eyes was Luna Athena, with her big black cat nestled in her hand.

The gods seated in the grand circle exchanged wary glances, their celestial forms radiating conflicting emotions. Athena, her golden armor gleaming, leaned forward. “They sent those creatures to take over Avery’s body.” Her voice was grave, her stormy eyes reflecting the weight of the situation. “And those were just the zero-level demons. What happens if they unleash higher-level ones? Aethoria will be in grave danger.” Ares, the god of war, scoffed. “The girl is lucky to still be breathing.” His voice was laced with impatience, his crimson aura flickering ominously.

Voices suddenly echoed from every direction. Heavy, deep, and simultaneous. “To sit on this throne, you must become more than human, but not become a God.” Rayden looked around. From the fire mist that circled the throne, seven figures slowly emerged. They were tall, clad in war robes, but faceless—only fire behind their helms. The Seven War Arcs, the final guardians of the Third Heaven. Rayden stood firm. “You want to test me again?”