Custom Made Demon King Novels & Stories

Not a creature undone by a girl’s whispered ‘stop. The demoness arrived quickly. She materialised from smoke — tall, beautiful in an unnatural way, snake-like skin marked with gold lines, eyes bright and eager. She was one of the Pleasure-born — servants crafted from Hell’s magic to be used, not felt. She took one look at him and smiled — a slow, knowing curve. “My King,” she purred, bowing low, letting her long hair spill forward.

"You are just an evil man who wants to keep me chained to your side forever so you can control my powers. You're despicable." His head fell back as he laughed, the noise coming deep from his belly as if he were genuinely entertained by what I had said. "That is where you are wrong, my little witch. I am not an evil man at all. Don't insult me by comparing me to the inferior males of your kind. I am a demon, a King, and I will get what I want. If I want you, then you will be mine."

A man who not long ago was a guinea pig for the humans, a demon who is trying to cope with the pain of loss and loneliness. I scanned the room, and I felt something click within me -a special recognition. A middle-aged man with red eyes smiled at me. My demon felt safe around him; he was a demon king, for sure. Because my demon felt the need to surrender, to bow to him. Then beside him was a younger one, same build, same stern gaze, different eye color. He was the current demon king.

I am hoping he will let me go after them. ‘Demon cursed?’ The Demon King asked and I nodded as I left the territory and just stood outside it. My tracker team is waiting not far from me. I showed them that I will be talking to them soon. ‘Yes, it is a demon cursed with the blood of royalty from the lycan side and wolfside. It will be an abomanation if I let it grgow and get a life. I am sure you can understand the complications of such being coming into existence,’ I hope this can convincec him to let me go after her.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

I pulled out my claws from his stomach making him cough out blood and whine in pain. "Now, what is it that you wish for dear lovely priest?, tell me and I wish to grant it for you," I trailed my bloody hands on his face as he trembled in fear. I loved it when people were afraid of me. There was this inner demon in me that loved to feed on people's fear. And that was the reason why I loved taunting Elena. Her fear was the only thing that calmed the demon in me and now that she was gone, it was looking for a new vessel filled with fear.

He smiled at us and stuck out his tongue with a very sharp tip. “Just get straight to the fight. We don’t have time for a tea session with a filthy demon like you,” Acanta firmly blurted out. We were all surprised by what Acanta said and her sudden change of behavior. “Young lady, you are too brave to say such things to a demon king like me. I am Belphegor, by the way, the Demon King of Hell in charge of sloth or indolence. Unity via surveillance is the harmony I seek. While I push buttons and flip levers, keep an eye on the crowd. As your punishment, I will lazily bend your bones and muscles until you can no longer move,” the demon threatened her who introduced himself as Belphegor, the dem

It is clad with everything that denotes strength and creates a raw masculine alpha ambience. Ma'oz continued to watch the humans' maid, Rosetta leave, and his little master flit about before turning in for bed. I, too, should rest to discover a good plan to break the bond. With a snap of his fingers, the Demon King transformed the living room futon into a luxurious silk super king-sized bed and prepared for a well-deserved slumber.

After two weeks’ worth of practice, Thea had grown extremely familiar with the Demonic Sword. The Demonic Sword was created by the Malevolent King while he was in a state of insanity. Its true power can only be realized by consuming the Spirit Turtle’s blood and entering a state of near insanity.

“Can I dig my nails into your skin? Claw you? Or maybe… I can tear you up and eat you!” “Demon…” she muttered, her nostrils flaring. How did he manage to repel a blessed arrow? No one, no demon has ever done that. “I’m not interested in fighting with a weak priestess. I have what I came for.” He flashed her a charming smile which Clairra hated. “You ask who I am, I am the Demon King. It’s disheartening to meet your acquaintance with an arrow, priestess. We shall meet again.” A few steps back in the shadow and the Demon King had disappeared, leaving Clairra more shocked than ever. She didn’t even know she was holding her breath until she fell to her knees, her bow down on the ground.