Asura King Novels & Stories

"Boy, don't be too proud and confident. The three of you want to fight against the Asura King! The Asura King is the second strongest among the nine King-level disciples, second only to Sikong Jiuzhi, the strongest King. It's really shameless to compete with the Asura King." Standing opposite them, the man with a scar on his face said with a sneer. Judging from the man's tone, they were obviously following the burly man's lead. "Asura King?" The golden-haired young man seemed to be a little strange about this name, but when he saw the young man's expression, he beca

“Let's make a deal.” She stared at the golden-haired man before her. It shared the same colour, a burning flame, and his piercing golden eyes burned with an intensity that was similar to fire. This was him, Asaiah, the legendary King of Dragons. Yet she wasn't afraid of him. Even when she was in his space. She was curious about one thing though. How he got to know that she wasn't who she appeared to be. “I see you've come in the form of an old maid. Quite impressive,” Asaiah started.

*** Writer's POV: Asahd Usaïd, son of Lahkdar Usaïd and Hadija Usaïd, Sultan and Queen of Zagreh, a little but wealthy kingdom, somewhere in the rural parts of Morocco, had finally returned from his vacation in Australia. He was a young and intelligent 22yr old man who had recently gotten his masters, a few years after he'd graduated from college. Oh, he sure had attended the best schools. He'd attended highschool in a prestigious school in Istanbul, and had gotten his first degree in Dubai. As well as his masters. He was quite educationally accomplished at such a young age. One thing that made his parents very proud.

Not spend the rest of my life being a slave to a cruel lycan. My thoughts travel back to Thanatos. My heart flutters. I can’t believe I was in the same room as him. He is the most feared and dangerous lycan king. He doesn’t do house calls. I’m both afraid and mesmerized by him. What is wrong with me? I pack up all my favorite things in a suitcase and call my best friend Faith. “Hey Ayesha.” “Dad has traded me to the lycan king.” “Noooooooooooo. Beth’s cousin Melinda was given to the lycan king to end a feud. They found her a couple of weeks later floating down the Peace River.”

“Hurry up. We haven’t got all day.” “Sorry. I wanted to ask what the other energy was.” The Dragon King asked, pointing towards the west. There was another aura that was powerful enough to give him goosebumps. It was the aura belonging to someone clashing with Pazuzu’s general, and the Dragon King could not believe that there was someone capable of taking on Pazuzu’s general on this planet. “Sigh,” Komfo Anokye eyes expressed some seriousness for the first time. It seemed he recognized the aura of an Asura.

My brother, Lyric Von Crusader, the King of the shifter dimension, was the first to greet me as he pulled me in for a bear hug. “Damn! I can’t believe you only just turned eighteen!” He pinched my cheeks lovingly. “It seemed like you had aged way before your time.” “Maybe I had, you never know.” I winked at him before being passed onto my next brother, Lancelin, the Incubus King and his wife, Sanaya Eustein, followed by the Vampire King, Erick and his mate, Alina. Seeing all my extended family, meeting them in person, it temporarily made me forget about the dread ahead. I felt happy, elated to have my loved ones around me.

He brought his knife down and cut the vines that shielded her face. He then grabbed her jaw and pulled it up forcefully, his fingers biting hard on her skin, "Confident, are you? Not for long when the blood drains out of your body" He opened his mouth wide, his fangs protruding, about to take a bite. A sudden roar stilled him from behind her, hairbreadth away from her skin. As if alive, the sound passed through her directly, jarring her to her bone. He is here. The king is here. Her king.

He fought in war after war for his master, the fiery demon lord, Ivan the Defiler. Until he learned to cage his inner demon. After centuries of conditioning and pain he'd taught himself to control the vicious monster within himself, using his newfound knowledge to teach his fellow brethren. With focused logic instead of blind rage his berserkers decimated their enemies. He led his demon army into battle after battle, conquering the other clans and earning him the title of Sebastian the Vanquisher, Demon King.

an order rings out, and I smile nervously before walking toward them. “Of course, your Highness,” I say, with a proper tone, but the man laughs, making me halt. OH NO! Do they know? Is this it?! Is this the end? “I am not the King,” He smirks, standing. “He is,” he says as King Madden stands beside him. My entire body is frozen, and the world begins to shift. How did I not know who King Madden was?! That’s surely a red flag!

Adrian closed his eyes. For a moment, the world felt simple. But far above the city… Inside the citadel… The Demon King sat awake. Cassian stood nearby, having delivered the rest of his report. Vaelreth’s golden eyes were darker now. “He is human,” the king said slowly. “Yes.” “Humans seek comfort.” Cassian said nothing. Vaelreth leaned back against his throne. Yet despite the calm tone of his voice, something unfamiliar twisted quietly in his chest.