Demon King And Hero Novels & Stories

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

He still have some conscience left in him. Fayes spoke up ,"Greetings Your majesty. There are a few North Demon Lords and the Northern Lord. Jacinda, the fifth demon lord. I heard she's cruel, ruthless and powerful." Daemon noted to himself to remember her name. One day he would visit her. "Lord Seventh, the seventh lord. And Viktor, the ninth Demon Lord. Currently he's fighting a battle against rebels at the borders." Fayes said. Although he feared Daemon, he had some respect for the man. The man had fought and resisted Gregory all the way. No one dares to go against Gregory.

“Without the ability to love, or to feel love or empathy for anyone. They say that is how I took the throne… and how I kept it.” Lyria watched him closely. He did not sound like a man repeating gossip. He sounded like someone stating a truth he had long accepted. “Then you believe you have no heart?” A faint smile touched his lips. “I am the Demon King, after all.” He said it lightly, almost as if it were a joke. But it did not feel like one. Everything she had heard about the Demon King had been shaped by fear and exaggeration, distorted through the mouths of others, yet the man standing before her did not resemble the monster of those stories.

"I have the demon king by my side." "The demon king?" Damon chuckled, his confidence unwavering. "The combined strength of you both cannot even match my power. I am the Vampire king, the mightiest of magic and sorcery," he declared boldly. I could see Nicholas visibly tremble, and the demon king remained silent, his expression blank.

There was a human-looking one that reeked of magic, another who looked like The Mormo’s and he smelled of human blood. But the most intriguing was the last one. He was big and broad. He has a war form similar to some gods, and big horns that stood upward proudly. He took a big breath and shuddered. That creature’s blood was divine. He is of the god’s blood, but it was one he wasn’t familiar with. “Who is that mortal with dark silver war form?” He asked his servant without taking his eyes off that magnificent creature. “He is the demon king, my lord. He is the grandchild of the Christian God.”

Zombie's collapsed chest made a rapid recovery, his broken arm healed instantly, and his strength became more powerful. Demon King was almost scared to death. Crawling to the ground, he shivered and pleaded, "My King, I am your most loyal slave. Please don't kill me..." "Since you are so loyal, offer your blood to me." Zombie was very cruel and was about to grab Demon King. Demon King gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with rage. Suddenly, he jumped up and punched Zombie's approaching big hand. Bang! Demon King was a grandmaster of Fifth Grade. His unexpected strike made Zombie stumble a few steps backward.

6 days later Capital Daemonum Regnum, Demon Kingdom It was a cold - icy dark night, the moon was as grand and bright as ever, the storm petrels, Hydrobatidaes were on their nests, there was no omen of death; the waters were frozen, everything was engulfed with fresh snow. Something freakish was seen among all — two figures stared vacantly at the Demon King villa from quite a far unascertained distance, standing on a cliff. One of them said to the other in a vulgar tone, " So... What? ... We the strongest fighters from the whole Human Empire are sent here to defeat a lousy, bastard Demon King on this cold night — it is snowing also, are they considering us rapscallions? What fiddlesticks! " T

They could drain a werewolf’s strength just by touching them, making them powerless. The demon king and the alpha king at the time finally agreed to separate and form their own kingdoms. The demon king formed a bigger kingdom with powerful soldiers. He was known for ruling with an iron fist. But everyone knew one thing. Demons never came here, and werewolves never went there. Why was he here? His fingers gripped both sides of my arms tighter. “You are trembling... stop,” he choked out. “You… you are a demon?” I stuttered. His jaw clenched and he bowed his head. “You were not supposed to find out. Nobody was supposed to find out.”

High above, silhouetted against the winter moon, was a figure draped in obsidian armor, riding a creature made of living smoke and fire. ​Kael’s face went pale. "Father." ​The Demon King had arrived. And he hadn't come for a parley.