Demon King Novels & Stories

I heard a man’s voice nearby and I speculated that he’s a threat. “Who the hell are you?!” I stood up without any hesitation though I might get killed and asked him directly. “My name is Lucifer Denville, and I’m the demon king. And you’re Emerald Greenfield, my lovely bride,” he simply lowered his head. My eyes widen as I got to view a tall man with long black silky hair, white skin, red flaring eyes whose wearing a long black coat with golden chains around him. “H-How did you know my name?” I trembled.

"Who is he, dad?" "I know you don't remember, son, but he was also an Archon. He used to play with you, but he was very mischievous, that lad. The last I heard, he had turned into a demon. Asmodin is the king of demons dedicated to lust. And if he said that to your other half, it means someone offered her to him in payment for his services." "Really?"

“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.

He fought in war after war for his master, the fiery demon lord, Ivan the Defiler. Until he learned to cage his inner demon. After centuries of conditioning and pain he'd taught himself to control the vicious monster within himself, using his newfound knowledge to teach his fellow brethren. With focused logic instead of blind rage his berserkers decimated their enemies. He led his demon army into battle after battle, conquering the other clans and earning him the title of Sebastian the Vanquisher, Demon King.

he spoke so fast in a yell, everything all seem insane to me, his eyes were widen in excitement as he envisioned his imaginary future. I rolled my eyes, I'm stronger than all the men here combined and if I had not been dosed with silver, I would have compelled all of them here to eliminate themselves. "And you think the demon king would let you kill his son? What makes you think Magnus would let you go" He laughed like a maniac which he is, "you don't do you homework, Demon are not allowed to meddle with Werewolves affairs, it's against the supernatural world principal, he wouldn't want the gods to strip him of his power"

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.

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.

“Lights up. Audience seated. Let the Demon Games begin.” ‎My jaw dropped, only one thought running rampant in my mind. ‎“Daniel, Victoria get ready for my revenge." ‎ ‎

Dean banged his spear against the floor and managed to close the portal. "My friend!" Yama chuckled, his voice loud enough to down the sound of buzzing. I gawked at him as he was in one of his crazy suits which were too blinding for my eyes. He was the only demon who inherited the throne without having to fight for it. The longest-running Demon King. Most of them admired him for that quality and feared him at the same time. Then again he looked like the kind of person who cannot even hurt a fly. With his tall slender body, gangly arms and brown chocolate eyes he looked like the boy next door.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”