Asura King Novels & Stories

This story has been fed to my ears for years, so what the heck am I hearing now? "You know what 'K.S' stands for?" Alpha Hunt goes on. "This is King Silverman. That meant the woman on the floor was the supposed new Luna of the Alpha king, Queen Jade, and the baby was the new pup everyone in the realm was talking about. I opened the locket to confirm my suspicions, and there was a picture of the King standing lovingly with his wife, who was holding a newborn in her arms. Behind the image was a small note that read, 'property of Azalea Silverman.' So now you have it, Azalea Silverman is that Alpha king's daughter." I slump backward as he finishes, and the room falls silent.

That made me realize that he was the demon king in his human form. "I'll gladly kill you." He muttered under his breath. "You being upset now is worthless. Wait until I cut you into pieces and force myself on the blessed maiden. Your soul will then know what torment means." I spat then quickly took a step back when he took a friendly fighting stance. "Kill them, kill them all!" He screamed in what sounded like a loud roar of a dragon making the ground shake. I grinned then rushed towards him ignoring his warriors that were running towards my warriors screaming.

"My name is Me— No, my name is Edea." She did not wish to lie, but she did not wish to give her name to an ambiguous stranger either, no matter how handsome and stylish he was. A small smile formed at the corners of his lips and he eloquently muttered in his characteristic low but crystal clear voice, "I see. Then Edea, I am enchanted to be of your acquaintance. You may not have asked, but I am named…Jupiter." This day marked the first meeting between the witch of time and the one who would become the first king of the Lustburg Kingdom. Jupiter Luxuria, the Conqueror King.

I'm not sure if I'm opposed to that or not. I chew uneasily on my fingernail. "His position as King has been restored. I'm frightened of him." I'm curious to know how he managed to get the territory back off Vaia, and what or who he had to sacrifice. Now that he is King, I'm more terrified than ever. He has power, and he can do as he wants, and demands what he wants, including getting me to marry him. Marek frowns. "So what, you want to obey?"

Just please kill me already, my poor heart can't take this anymore. I taste a metallic flavor pour out of my nostrils and mouth before everything went dark again. I felt myself collapse, but not even the impact against the steel floors could wake me. ******************************** Enters Kris, The Demon-Wolf King's Host, "KRIS! YOU GOT TO GET OVER HERE RIGHT AWAY BROTHER!" "DUDE, I'M FREAKING OUT!! PLEASE" "THE WITCH KRIS.... THE WITCH!" This friggin idiot! He calls himself a King?!

I was pushed to the ground and I hiss out in pain as my back of my palm scratched on the rough rug. "Celeste" The rouge King called out to me and I looked up at him from my position. For the first time in two months, I got to the face of the man who has been causing havoc in the mythical and magical world. On the left side of his face was a nasty scar that made him look very dangerous. He glare at me as i tried getting to by feet but I was pushed by one of the men behind me,making me knee in a submissive position. I ball my hands in fist and gritted my teeth as I glared at him from the coner of my eyes. The rouge king cleared his throat and I snapped my eyes towards his.

She looks-lost. Slowly, the men around me go to one knee. Marinah's eyes leave mine, and she looks at them, not comprehending what's happening. Her gaze comes back to me, and I see her fear. I smile and slowly take one knee. "What? Get off your knees; every one of you is crazy." No, we aren't crazy. We're paying homage to our new leader. Marinah is King. ***

Five thousand elite soldiers wiped out in the blink of an eye? How was that possible? What kind of forces did Dustin mobilize? Lord Barbenheim felt chills running down his spine. “Who exactly are you, Dustin?” Lord Barbenheim demanded loudly. Dustin stepped forward calmly yet assertively, with a faint smile playing on his lips. “You may call me the King of Asura Hall—the Ultimate Death God!” Lord Barbenheim’s gaze fell on Jonah’s lifeless body, and his eyes widened with disbelief. The Asura Hall was an assassin organization even more fearsome than Death Hall. They were born only to kill.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

As a direct descendant of Nimrod the Great, his bloodline was infused with a relentless desire to dominate everything in the universe and beyond. “Yes,” I said firmly. The king paced back and forth, lost in deep thought. "In the three realms—of gods, asuras or rakshasas, and humans—it's usually the gods who reign supreme. Sometimes, the asuras overthrow the gods and win the three realms, like King Bali who became the ruler of the three realms. Do you think someday we humans will become the rulers over both gods and asuras? Such a thing has never happened in history before." His gaze pierced mine, searching for affirmation.