Demon King Sword Novels & Stories

11 hours later, The Kingdom of Tribus, Human Empire A huge discussion was being sorted out in the courtroom, many people were arguing , that a Demon King was appointed every hundred years but they had killed the previous Demon King only one month ago, so it was impossible for them to get a new one and also so powerful Demon King.The general in the King's court was fired up, and asked the kind seated vertically at the middle on his throne , " But, why, my Lord, we can't lash out and attack the Demon King villa tonight, our soldiers are refuting and refusing the decis—" He was quickly stymied , as the king glanced his cold eyes , pointing them to him — a glance would had been enough to halt an

“I almost did.” “Please, Leon. She was just messing with you. Concubae are selfish, cruel, bitches. She was using your attraction to her to distract you. And it fucking worked.” Another man spat angrily. I grinned. Sounded like my type of woman. Over the last couple months, I’d heard bits and pieces about the demon queen. All the incubi who trekked through the forest did was complain about how she’d stolen their king and made him weak. Turned him against them. Part of me wished I could’ve met this queen, but she’d died fighting. Like a true warrior.

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

His skin was tan, his hair dark brown like chocolate, and damn, that body was perfectly built as he looked devilishly hot in a three-piece black Armani suit taking my breath away. "W...Who are you?" I asked my mate, already knowing the answer, because I felt the bond too. My mind and my heart were screaming the mate word too. " Now, why ask the question when you already know the answer to that, Princess Charlotte Petriokias?" the man asked " And, to answer your question my name is Zacharias Stone and I am the King of the demons and your fathers' age." he answers my question while taking steady steps towards me with a panty-melting smile on his face already doing a good job of making my panti

They wanted a fight, and they would have it. I twisted, drove my sword into his chest, and he fell with a howl that shook the air. Another came from the side with fire burning in his hands. I rolled under his strike, the flames grazing my cloak, and cut his legs out from beneath him. His scream ended when my sword met his throat. “If it were the wolf prince, he'd be easy on you guys.” I scoffed. “I am the Demon King!” The rest closed in. There were thirteen shadows, each one stronger than a hundred men.

I swung my sword lower to cut into the sides of his legs when he disappeared. I felt the swishing sound from behind me and in an instant, I turned to raise my sword with two of my hands as his sword hit between mine. It was hard to accept but the demon king was pretty good with his sword. I pushed him backward and swung my sword again, this time cutting strands of his long hair. "Ahh." He yelled loudly and moved at a very quick pace pushing me. I flew in the air and landed on the hard ground. Ignoring the pain, I quickly picked up my sword looking around only to see most of my men being slaughtered like animals.

“I don’t get it, father.” “The sword is possessed by a powerful demon, Dethnar, one of the pets of the Demon King. He consumes the dark emotions of all the wielders of the sword … hatred … pain … envy … thirst for revenge … Dethnar is the one giving the sword with tremendous power … just by devouring the souls of the people slain by the weapon.” “So what does that have to do with Lucas?”

The man stepped out of the darkness and into the light. Arabella jerked her head up to look at him. Blood red eyes stared back at her. She hitched a breath, a shocked gasp escaped her lips. He was a demon! He was a freaking demon! He corked his head to the side as he looked at her. "I see you do not recognize me nor my voice. Perhaps it is because we have never met." Arabella swallowed hard. The demon in front of her was an elderly one, who reminded her of her master's father, the demon king.

I instantly backed away from him, but he follows his attack with another hit on my left arm and another one on my right arm. The pain was too excruciating that I can barely lift my arms to wield the sword. He was about to give me a stab in my head using his right claw, but I was fortunate to duck low and counter-attack him by stabbing his thigh. That was the first injury he had from the multiple attempts we did. My sword was stuck in his deep in his thigh, and I was too weak to pull it out from him. He took my sword out from his thigh and point it at me. His thigh heals fast and was restored to normal as if nothing had happened to him. Then, something unexpected happened. The part where I st