Blue Exorcist Demon Kings Novels & Stories

His arch enemy was hard to find. But a few years ago, he had found out who was his arch enemy. It was an organisation called The Demon Hunters. The Hunters was a large organization runned by humans who go around catching and killing demons. They strongly believed that demons harm the world and people. With their existence, humans can never have peace. They have a strong hatred towards demons and demons vice versa.

Six demons, upper ranks at their front lines. The soldiers had gathered by the walls, both outside and within the city. The southern gate now stood closed. Not enough. Not nearly enough to face what marched, fresh and unwearied. The creatures she could just barely make out teeming within its ranks. Demon princesses— there were demon princesses amongst them. Benny-Where was Blanco

“Just because you are powerful, it doesn’t mean that you can meddle—” “That is not an ordinary demon.” I point at the giant fly, even greater than my demon dragon by half. Even when Gorshe was spouting out flames, he was still having a hard time trying to distract the demon prince Belzeebub as he seems to swat away the black flame. “That demon is one of the demon princes. The sixth prince—Belzeebub.” Ajax seems astonished, looking up at the demon fly that he was fighting earlier with newfound gaze. From his perspective, I bet that things are starting to make sense to him.

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th

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!!”

“Is Franklin now with the Demon King in his body?” “Not with him. He calls himself a new name though… it's erm… Te something… Tebris?” “Tenebris.” I sighed, and she snapped. “Yeah, that's the name.” She said, “Fuck!” I exclaimed. “What's wrong? Spill now, Scarlett!” Paenyrah yelled. “The Demon King that would arise in the human body, but his purpose wasn't stated, because the Demons wouldn't be dull as to tell the world what they'd do with whatever happens.” I said in realization.

King Mortas Brinx was an evil, demented man who ran his kingdom with cruelty and disdain. Born from an angel and a powerful demon, he was too pure to reside in hell and to evil to remain in heaven. He was cast to earth and fought his way to his current position by killing the previous ruler and its descendants. Mortas was a fit creature with muscled flesh, short blonde wispy hair and a tail that pointed to an arrow shape at the end. He had a protruding black horn on his right forehead and on the same side his eye was blood red, the pupil like that of a goat's. He wore a black silk patch to cover the strange looking eye, his other eye was a bright green and a gift from his angel lineage. He w

Lyria glanced at her, surprised. “Truly?” “They say the king feels nothing,” she whispered. “That his eyes are colder than ice… and that he does not care whether we live or die.” Lyria thought of the stories—the heads displayed outside the palace. “Perhaps they are only rumors,” she said, though she did not entirely believe it. ⸻ The doors opened. The air changed. And then she saw him. The Demon King sat at the far end of a long table, beneath a wrought-iron chandelier. The light fell over him with cruel precision.

Behind him stood the Sorcerer King Azanlin and Vampire King Lord Ugarh, their eyes glowing with cruel excitement. Queen Amira gasped, “No… not them too.” Berra pointed straight at me. “There is the hybrid. Kill her.” The Sorcerer King raised his staff. “Her power must never be completed.” The Lord Ugarh smiled, revealing long fangs. “I want her heart for myself.” Lyran’s face darkened with fury. “You all will die before you touch her.” And then— Everything exploded. Demons Seven District Alphas Sorcerers Vampires

A couple of females took notice, glancing over at him and whispering to each other. "Who's that?" a small witch murmured with slight interest. "A demon," another female whispered. "He must be a berserker, to be that big. Why is he demonic? Is he looking to start a fight?" "Never had a berserker before," the small one purred. "Don't even think about it," yet a different witch warned. "He's the cursed king. The demon within controls that one. He'd rip you to pieces." They shook their heads, their expressions a mixture of pity and fear. The back of his neck heated beneath the hood of his cloak. He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists until his claws bit into his palms.