Demon King Daimao Light Novels & Stories

Damian and Phyna dropped Zen off at his place and were driving back when the lighting flashed. " Ow, Damian".Phyna screamed behind the steering wheel. It had been a quiet ride before the lighting flash. Phyna knew at once that it wasn't a time to argue or talk with h and just continued driving. All he could think of was of her face and the disappointment in her eyes when his hand reached for the door. it was quick but long enough time for his memory to capture her face.

Immediately, a sharp light beam, like a thunderbolt, rushed over and swept straight between the eyebrows of the king of the Snow Demon Clan. This light beam was extremely fast and powerful like an army! If the King of the Snow Demon Clan disregarded everything, then even if he was able to kill Freddy, this clone would suffer a heavy injury. And once the clone was injured, the real body would naturally be affected. At that time! If the people from the Spirit-devouring Clan were to choose to attack the Snow Demon Clan on a large scale, they would have one less expert overseeing them. "Swoosh!" While he was thinking, the Snow Demon King's eyes flashed. He raised his right hand and turned the pa

Could this mean that I would finally get my revenge on the alpha? "Really?" I exclaimed, my eyes glistening to show how glad I was. Damon, the demon king, was a man whose appearance was enough to send chills of horror through every werewolf being, but I had finally learnt to overcome that fear and could stand in front of him without shaking like one who had been electrocuted.

Indie said. “We have several men trained as snipers. They’ll be stationed high around the battlefields. The glamour is most important on them. Those men are the ones who will be watching the backs of those on the front line. They have daemon shot, so be careful.” Dennis warned. “The dragons and demons will work on their aerial fighting skills over the next month. Most demons fight in the sky, it’s where they’re stronger. We have an advantage. Intel says that the enemy has no dragonbloods. This will be our biggest fight. When the demons fall, they will continue fighting on the ground.” Drayce stated.

Damour let out a thunderous laugh that shook the walls, then leaned closer to Malik, his fiery eyes piercing his soul: Damour, Elven King: Malik… How many times have I told you? There's no going back to your normal life. You have crossed the threshold. You are now part of us. You are no longer human... but demons. Your sole purpose is to kill. The police? They cannot punish you. Once you have satiated the lake of blood... you will be immortal. For a moment, there was silence. Then the Elven King Damour raised his head, his expression hardening into something even cruelter. His voice deepened, as if emerging from the void itself:

My voice was low as I chanted, but I was sure that my words were clear enough. “Rex tenebrarum procumbet coram regina lucis, et mundus iterum erit liber a dolore imposito. Morere, daemon, et relinque mundum nostrum in pace et ordine. Pereas ut numquam revertaris, morere...” The king of darkness will kneel for the queen of light, and the world will once again be free of the casted pain. Die, you demon, and leave our world to its peace and order. You shall perish to never return, die...

And it could make him the most fearful and powerful being in history, powerful than Lord Invictus. Damona's eyes glittered in intelligence and amusement. She returned the intense glare that King Warrick gave her. But she's reading his mind. A grin plastered on her lips and spread her wings wide open. As if on cue, everyone screamed at the top of their lungs and charged an attack to their enemies. King Warrick summoned a big black spear which was surrounded by demon magic and lightning. Without a warning, he attacked Damona, but the girl already expected his attack. Damona knew the demon would summon his proper weapon—the same weapon King Helios used during the great war. She knew the ability

Evelyn’s voice echoed, calm yet filled with unyielding power. “You will not harm him. You will not harm anyone!” Daimon’s laughter rang out, cruel and sharp. “You think your light can stop me? I’ve waited centuries for you, and I will have you!” With a roar, Daimon raised his hand, summoning his own red light. It surged forward, clashing with Evelyn’s white beam in a stunning display of power. The two forces collided, creating a vortex of energy that sent shockwaves across the battlefield. Pack members shielded their eyes, their hearts pounding as they watched the clash unfold.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

"I am your king. Stand down!" "You are not our king. Not anymore," one of the demons spat. "We serve the Legion now." "You can still go back. You can join me." "We'd rather kill you, Demon King. You abandoned us!" the demon yelled. "And your weak. In your condition you won't stand a chance." The demons advanced. Shit, they were fully demonic and he was already fatigued and wounded from fighting his way into the keep. Have to protect Victoria.