Novel & Cerita Demon King's Daughter

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.

She said with a serious voice. "Whipped? People are whipped here?" I asked with wide, disbelieving eyes. She nodded. "Darling, these are demons. They are not good creatures. They are revengeful, possessive and strong beings. Do not get on their bad side. They commit horrible, horrible things. The King had a prisoner from the human realm the other day. His eyes were taken first." She explained.

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.

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

“YOU SUMMONED ME." I froze, my words dying in my throat as I slowly looked up. My eyes widened at the towering figure before me–skin red as coal and burning with fire that radiated heat even from afar. Seated atop a jagged obsidian throne that hadn't been there moments ago, was Thrakos. The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile.

I leaned towards him, trying my best to hide the malice and amusement in my voice. “You understand that I have a harem of demons and women of different shapes, types and creeds here, right? All of them are ready to bend to my will however I deem fitting. So what makes your daughter Noosha, who is not the fruit of your groins but the product of your magic, so special? Why would I even consider her hand?” He rose his hand in the air and I saw projection: the woman so beautiful and ethereal, looking like no any woman I saw before was walking down the Elysian Fields, singing some song which sounded like a call of a siren.

"There must be a misunderstanding. My daughter is young, and she takes pack security too seriously. If she offended your men, the Veyne family will apologize." "You are apologizing to the wrong person," Cassian said. Garrick looked at me properly this time. He saw the outsider tag on my wrist, the broken moonstone bracelet on the table, and the Draven crest exposed in the damaged setting. His face changed. Molly grabbed his sleeve. "Dad, do not listen to them. She came here alone. She has no proof." I met Garrick's eyes. "Isabella Draven." Cassian added, "Daughter of His Majesty, the Alpha King."

"Listen to you? I am going to kill you, little spawn! You dare enter my Castle and take my daughter without permission." Lukas was getting angry now. She could see it in his change of expressions the clenched jaw as if he was trying to hold back. Patiently, the Demon King took a step forward, lips set in a firm line. "Talia is my mate. I'm taking her with me." "I'm not going to let you measly creature do that again and make my daughter miserable. Count your seconds." Zeus was ready to attack.

I asked. The demon nodded and approached the border of the pentagram. "With your mother..." he said, his eyes ice-blue, cold, mocking. "That blonde girl?" he looked at Martha. "Yes. I was a bit too much for her in my true form." "Motes of Darkness probably didn't help either," I agreed. The demon smiled at me again. "So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?"

the king spoke with a boring look. “where is my daughter?” Demona yelled. Just as the words came, Melinda held Lily’s hand tightly. Lily was able to feel the trembling hands of Melinda out of fear. Lily immediately squeezed her hands comfortingly. “Your daughter? Didn’t she die falling off the cliff?” the king squinted his eyes and acted oblivious.