Demon King Reborn Novels & Stories

"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.

Iris actually throws up, realizing Joey and her stepmother are having sex. “I know, disgusting,” The woman holds Iris’s black hair back and rubs Iris’s back. “Why? Why is this happening?” Iris asks again, screaming and choking on tears. “It’s a little complicated. I’ll tell you what I can. You get three chances to make it right. I am sorry to say I agreed to a game with the god of the Sea. He says his creations are stronger than mine. Daria has already been re-born once. If she fails twice more, I win. So, you get to go back,” the lady tells Iris. “You get three chances. If you can’t defeat Daria and Ingrid, then I lose, and you stay dead.”

"So tell me, King Devaro when you you plan on executing that dearest mother of yours" He snapped my attention to his dark reddish eyes, he was dress in a black suit with a red shirt, his chest lost a lot of buttons showing off skin the demoness caressed so lustfully. The demoness are called incubus, sex driven demons. Snapping back to attention I frowned at the intonation of his words. "And what makes you think I plan on taking down my mother's rule?" He laughed wholeheartedly. "Enough with the games Devaro. we both know that your mother is weak, she degrades everyday"

"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 His winter magic has been replaced by shadow magic which can only be possessed by a demon.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"

The old man replied, "What if Demon Lord is keeping an eye on us? He might be following our every activity and he can do it, after all, he was once the King of the Underworld." While saying this, the old man suddenly thought about the Tyrant, 'Wait… Why does this kid, Demon Lord seems similar to that Tyrant Jun? Both of them have the same personality, cold-blooded! He was ruthless to his enemies and even to his consort. Right! Even if this Demon Lord doesn't look like Emperor Jun, I am sure that he is the reincarnation of that tyrant.' Boss Kim asked, "What happened? Do you want to say something?" The old man pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you have any information about that Tyr… Demon

“Can I dig my nails into your skin? Claw you? Or maybe… I can tear you up and eat you!” “Demon…” she muttered, her nostrils flaring. How did he manage to repel a blessed arrow? No one, no demon has ever done that. “I’m not interested in fighting with a weak priestess. I have what I came for.” He flashed her a charming smile which Clairra hated. “You ask who I am, I am the Demon King. It’s disheartening to meet your acquaintance with an arrow, priestess. We shall meet again.” A few steps back in the shadow and the Demon King had disappeared, leaving Clairra more shocked than ever. She didn’t even know she was holding her breath until she fell to her knees, her bow down on the ground.

the king threw at them as the gaurds surrounded the four figures in their mist. "Without mincing words King Oklios this phenomenon is happening because one thing which the prophecy had always spoken of had been fulfilled.The Demon Hybrid has been reborned to save the realm from the hands of the Orcs of Isengard" the four figures chorused together. "behold your saviour has been born" They ended and vanished into thin air leaving the King Oklios and his subjects in fear and anxiety. . . . . .

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.”

They believed that the Demon King was the incarnation of the god of chaos that has come to redeem the world through blood and death. When the Demon King rose to power, their cult grew into a well-established religion and despite being despised by other humans and even non-human races, their size steadily grew. They have become the most prominent religion during the Demon King’s reign and they were given special privileges and positions among the human courts that were taken over.

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.