Demon King Reborn Novels & Stories

“I saw your report.” Upon the first two words being uttered by the demon king, the temperature in the throne room dropped. Not minding the change of the mood, Damon remained bowing as he answered. “I have another report about the Glutton Family, Your Majesty.” Waving his head as if his son could see him, the demon king’s once calm demeanor changed. His voice sharpened as his shoulders tensed. Gone was the lax attitude he was showing off a few minutes ago. “A Calamity Dragon! That bastard’s offspring is able to summon the Calamity Dragon! And what do I got from my offspring? A Hydria! That’s what!” His booming voice muted the thunderclaps beyond the windowpanes. The demon king’s eyes glowed i

They brought her to this world so she could feel the pain in life of being controlled by superiors. I am Diana, daughter of the Black dragon Demon (Her father's underworld name). I fear no Man!. And I won't stand and watch anyone try to bully me and go free!. Everyone that crossed paths with me shall all suffer miserable before death!. I shall reclaim the powers of this fallen kingdom, and I shall become their ruler!. Her eyes stared at the guy sitting on the throne. She showed no emotions or fear while she stared at him. Her eyes were fierce. If eyes really could kill, hers would definitely do the job.

The Hyenas, the mountain Elves, the gnomes, and even humans who have had encounters with demons were there all dressed up. The sun was up as usual and it was even as if nothing has happened. A few months back he had fought with the demon King and erased him from existence. After his defeat, the demons asked for him to assume his throne. He however refused. "I appreciate your willingness to make me your ruler but," he sighed. "I can't." "What?" "Why?" "This isn't right!" They murmured but then he cleared his throat to calm them.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

It was the one she had stolen from Alan's computer last night while he was in the shower. In her previous life, all her misfortunes and hells started from this night ten years ago. Fate, indeed, was like a reincarnation. She was reborn. Back ten years ago. Heaven had actually given her a second chance to choose a chance. "Alan..." Diana stumbled up and chased him out. He had just left, it was still not too late. Never let Alan give up the project in the eastern suburbs, never! Underground parking lot.

Not when King Lezdeus’ reign was starting to look like the biggest mistake of my second life. I wasn’t like the second kind of demons who were born from demon parents. Those ones were living, breathing, creatures. They could thrive down here or up in the mortal realm. Those who had been reborn could also technically live up in the mortal realm but only if Hades deemed them worthy of it. I hadn’t ever known any demon who’d been deemed worthy like that, but I’ve heard stories. - King Lezdeus stood above us in front of his throne made of obsidian and bones, reflecting the fire that licked it.

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

Jay's body lit up from inside, every nerve ending screaming as power he'd never possessed rewired him at the cellular level. Dying. Being reborn. Both. [BREAKTHROUGH COMPLETE] [FIRST MERIDIAN: OPENED] [CULTIVATION RANK: BODY REFINEMENT - FIRST LAYER] [OMEGA DESIGNATION: OVERRIDDEN] [NEW DESIGNATION: SOVEREIGN CULTIVATOR] [CONGRATULATIONS - YOU ARE NOW 0.001% LESS LIKELY TO DIE] Jay collapsed backward. Gasping. His whole body felt like one massive bruise. When he touched his chest, his fingers came away wet—sweat, blood from his nose and mouth.

"Maybe crossing worlds awakened some hidden ability. Do not worry. As long as I have something to eat, you will not be in danger." We had barely rested since arriving in this world, and that night I lay in bed recalling everything I knew about the original novel. The Demon King was named Lucien Desrosiers. He was tall, powerful, and cursed in childhood by the holy orders. On the fifteenth of every month, the lust-curse devoured him. If he did not use a hundred women to ease it, his own power would tear him apart. Poor man. Fortunately, he had met me. Otherwise, his curse would never have been solved.

“So tell me, Kaleb. What made you call me to the warehouse? Did you think you could easily deceive a teenager? A child who probably doesn’t have any wisdom or worldly knowledge?” Much to my surprise, Kaleb barked out a humourless laugh. “No matter what anyone thinks, you are far from a child, Miaka. Anyone with that much power can never stay a child for long. You are the Demon King, the presiding head of the Dark Council…I would never see you as a child.”