Novelas y relatos de Demon King

As the door slowly creaked open, Leon’s eyes immediately locked onto Zalethos Blackwood, seated on a raised throne at the far end of the room. Zalethos Blackwood, the Demon King, exuded an aura of authority that seemed to fill the entire room. His jet-black eyes were like bottomless abysses, cold and commanding, while the sharpness of his gaze radiated an overwhelming pressure. He wore a regal robe of deep purple, edged with gold, and every movement he made imbued with a sense of solemn dignity.

It was twice the amount of what I ordered. When did Axel order food? And why did Cherie call Axel, King? Is that a nickname for him? That’s a weird nickname. “Thank you Cherie. You two may leave.” His eyes never left me as he dismissed Cherie and Jeneise. Cherie left after she tossed me a happy, knowing smile and a wink. Jeniese left without a word, something I was used to. Jeneise wasn’t much of a talker. He hasn’t said more than one sentence since I’ve begun to eat here. Cherie said that it was normal. That he has always been that way and that I shouldn’t take his silence personally.

When everyone got back their balance, they turned to Edward to see that a blue fire crown was sitting on his head but his eyes were still closed. “He…” Beruka was saying when a strong will forced her to go on her knees and it was the same for the rest of the demons. Try as she may, Beruka couldn’t free herself from that force and at the end, she can only surrender and bow on the ground, followed by the rest as they all chanted, “long live the Demon King.” Soon, other demons started showing up at the place and as soon as they show up, they will go on their knees and bow, chanting, “long live the Demon king.”

"Inside the cavern lies the Abyssal Blood Altar. By sacrificing blood and dark mana crystals, we can summon the ancient Foreign Demon King." Jamie's blue eyes flared with unhinged, wild insanity. "A Demon King? Can this ancient creature destroy Grim's dragon aura and tear Elodie's army to pieces?" "The Foreign Demon King possesses power beyond world laws," the cultist replied with dark conviction. "No dragon blade or alchemy crossbow can withstand his dark domain. Once summoned, the demon lord will annihilate the capital and place you upon the throne as sovereign ruler." Jamie let out a harsh, hys

“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

With that he turned and walked away, the other guy following him. Wait, how did he know my name? My heart pounded but not from sadness anymore, but from something else I dare not mention. The Demon King as was popularly known as, is a tribreed. Maybe that was why everyone feared him, or the mere fact that he could make anyone and even an entire pack disappear without a trace. He was an original Lycan, half vampire and still had Demon blood running through his veins. Goddess, this is not good. “Luna Elara!!”

"He's a heartless monster, darling. He's not what you think he is. He's only marrying you because his mother said so" Tears fill my eyes, the ache in my chest gradually increasing by the minute. "What is he?" I ask and he smirks. "Are you sure you want to know that?" He asks. "I want to know" "Your future husband is a demon. He became one as soon as he was cursed. He is popularly known as the shadow king. His winter magic has been replaced by shadow magic which can only be possessed by a demon. He would never be free from his curse, darling. Not even you can save him"

She trembled, "What is this insane power? How can you catch my magic mid-air and not get killed by it?" She fell back as my full demon form loomed over her, I snickered, "If there's anything, you should know who I am. I am the Demon King, only surviving son of Satan and wrath is my power." I easily swept her magic off as if they were dust particles. Her whips and runes were powerless against me

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

If he and the Tiuk have become one, he will be immortal! Everyone is getting agitated. It’s become more intense. No one dares to encounter him, yet Alfi is still standing up there without showing any fear at all. “Don’t make me laugh! Demons and humans will never be able to get along!” Leak exclaimed. ”I am the Demon King! The ruler of all demons! I am the one who rules all of them!” The black aura is collected on his left hand forming something like a dark red cone. The cone spins fast as a drill and Leak points it to where Alfi is.