Demon King Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

She said, her head slightly shaking. A war between kingdoms. Nobody wanted that. Demons would die. And Satan would want this, he would want a war. He was the demon king of Wrath, for god's sake. "But he has Fay. He cuts her and drinks her blood. He can hurt her!" My voice broke and I snapped my head to Adrian, who looked from Dagon to me. "And we will get her back." Adrian immediately said, getting a disapproving snort from his sister. "It's just... It's not going to be easy." Adrian said, his eyes going to Dagon again. "Not easy? Brother, we can't declare war against Samael. He is the leader of war. He would kill all of our people." Dagon snapped.

“There are few things you don’t know Holly but you will learn all of them soon. For starters that place is where you get to see all the kinds of hot guys. From rugged hot to clean hot,” “Clean hot? And what kind of hot is that supposed to be?” “You know, the hot guys who polish too well. Mostly it’s the rich spoilt brats who like to show off with their neatly styled hair, golden watches and new clothes. Most of them are part of the elites and the stinking rich people, well, like you. For example-Joon,” “Joon?” I muttered in surprise. Who the hell was Joon? Was he some celebrity I was supposed to know?

- The army is covered with a Holy shield, which blocks any energy attacks. - What?! - Vragenn roared. He turned towards the old vampire with such fury that Alter fell to his knees and cowered, fearing for his own skin. Covering his eyes with his hand, the king tried to calm down. - Take Ira away. The Chosen One must not go to this failed seraph! Alter rose to his feet, looking at his Master. He shuddered as he realized what kind of feeling flashed through the eyes of the vampire king. Fear. Vladyka was afraid. Vragenn grabbed the Duke by the collar, pulling him towards him with the words:

“You must tell me more about Freya. Even if you do say we are presently occupying the same body, I don’t really feel her within me.” He nodded, listening silently to her. “Second, I need to confirm who the real Demon King is.” “What do you mean ‘confirm’? I thought you already knew that Prince Langrion was the supposed Demon King.” “Exactly, Mage Silas. He is still just a ‘supposed’ Demon King. I have seen him bear the Mark of the Beast once, but I have seen it upon another person too.” “You mean to say there might be another one?” “I’m afraid so... And if my guess is right, the Ancient Evil has already taken a firmer hold of him than he had with Prince Langrion.”

"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.

When he was ready to speak, he looked up at her. "I am a demon, as you already know. Demons come from hell. I wasn't sent on an assignment or anything. Contrary to what you think, I am here because I...because I want to be here. This world helps me to be everything that I've always wanted to be, free and my own person. As the first son of the devil, I am responsible for overseeing the affairs of my fellow demons on this planet." The more he spoke, the more her eyes narrowed on him. Klaus moved away from the wall and started to walk back to his couch. He settled into it and leaned forward, placing both his elbows on each of his thighs respectively.

He could only tell that Evelyn, the new queen he had summoned, was showing a subtle sense of vulnerability at the moment. This puzzled Baymont. "The name of the Demon King," Evelyn said suddenly, "I want to know the name of the Demon King." "His Majesty, the Demon King, is the only Demon who has ever awakened the bloodline of the Old Gods; his name is the name of the Old Gods, and no one may call the Gods by their first names." Baymont paused for a moment and told her, "But the projection of His Majesty's consciousness in the human world is called Irzey.

Queen Lilith said, pouring in a jar of blood in her cup. “Well if it pleases my queen I have gotten for you a demon slayer for your Legion. He is powerful and really deadly just how you want it!” Hades said warmly as the flames on his head turned blue. “Hmm…I see. What do you call him?” Queen Lilith asked, taking a sip of blood from her cup. “I call him Albunuf, a slay demon. He can be really helpful to you.” Hades said, pouring himself a cup of blood into his cup.

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

Samson lifted his eyes to mine and kissed me softly. "He's going to kill me but it was worth it, thank you Grace," he sighed and pulled out his soft dick. I felt his release dripping down my leg and smiled. I kissed him more and the door burst open. I quickly stood in front of Samson as the king stormed in. He could see his demons release running down my legs and he growled furiously, his eyes burning into Samson. "Move Grace," he sneered and I shook my head. He eyed me strangely and shrugged. He continued forward and I raised my iridescent sword. The tip touched his shoulder and he paused.