Asura King Novels & Stories

As king of the Ghost World, did he not make the decision too quickly? Then, the king looked around and said to Jack and the others, "You are all smart and know how to make the right choice." After that, his face grew solemn. "Before sending you guys back, you’ll have to complete the first task!" "Your Majesty, we’re ready to take orders!" Jack and the others responded in unison. The king slowly stood up and his powerful aura filled the hall. "After you guys go back, take your people and split from the Raksasa Tribe to form a new tribe. I’ve come up with a name for your new tribe. It will be called the Asura Tribe!"

After that, heavy wafts of demonic energy expelled from their bodies. With that, their skeletal bodies turned to dust and scattered in the air. With that, I went to welcome Asgon as the sun was setting. He opened his arms wide and embraced Storem and me. Not long after that, the Phoenix King passed away. Asgon ascended the throne as expected, and I became queen while our son Storem was named the Crown Prince. While the people of all the lands came to pay their respects, I spotted the hideous, scowling face of my father among the crowd…

He continued to intimidate Ardina and Nara with that scary expression. "You thought, we would be easily fooled by the words of a lowly spirit like you two." He said. "You are just lowly creatures that God created so that we could become slaves in this hell." He continued to approach us. "We know, King Asmodeus is the highest leader of all the kings in this country !! So, how could the king of hell marry a lowly creature like HER .. !!" He continued emphasizing the word 'SHE' while pointing at my face.

Unable to focus on anything but my straining body and the sore spots and ached each time he brushed over them. “What broke you.” “Nothing!” I screamed. “I’m strong. You’ve never broken me.” He paused momentarily. Holding my narrow waist in his hands and staring down at me so long that I felt the need to twist and look back at him. “I didn’t say me.” I shook my head adamantly. “Tell me.” He caressed more slowly. Painstakingly pressing in and then easing that torrid length back out. Bit by bit. “What happened to you before the Asara. What destroyed you so badly that you fear your own kind?”

He walked slowly towards the edge of the bed. "Leave us," Arthur whispered, his voice cracking. "I will be right outside the door, sire," Liran said. He and Kaelen backed out of the room, the heavy iron locks clicking into place, sealing the King with his shadow. ------- The heavy oak doors of the grand council chamber swung open with a resounding echo. Arthur exhaled once. And became the King again He walked in. There was no tremor in his hands. There was no sweat on his brow. Draped in his heavy, gold-embroidered velvet robes, his spine was perfectly straight, his eyes cold and commanding. He looked every inch the monarch he was born to be.

They don't notice we're here yet. "Get off of me!" Exclaims Aziel. You can't help your face from twisting a little. That looks like a very painful position to be in. And the girl isn't even showing any mercy. Yvon's got his arm pinned rright behind him, turning a deaf ear to his protests. And they say that he's the future king?

Because from her conversation, he sensed some kind of hostility from her against the military. At his gesture, she started speaking, "Senior Creed, The ones who ascend from First Glitch get the title of 'Sacred'. The ones that ascend from Second Glitch get the title of 'Ethereal'. The ones that ascend from Third Glitch get the title of 'Demi-God'". And finally, the ones that ascend from Fourth Glitch: 'Satya-Lok' receive the title of 'Apaurushya' or 'God'."

Rhea looks around startled, then at Callisto, who remains seated, with yellow eyes glowing fiercely. A hoarse grunt escapes from deep in his throat, “How dare you lust after my Luna… Your Queen?” Rhea looks at the man beside her, noticing that his serene expression hasn't wavered for an instant. “I asked you a question, Dione, Alpha of the Alrakis pack.” “Yes, my King?” The man asks with a purposefully messy bow. Callisto's expression twitches even more, “It seems that your ears are as bad as that muzzle of yours… can't you smell the disgusting stink you dare release near my mate?”