Demon King Sword Novels & Stories

He moans and curses a few times before grabbing onto my waist and sliding his phallus inside. I flinched pretty hard around this time. It pinched and hurt. He doesn't still like before. He automatically pumps with a new profound speed. A speed to quick for my freshly new body to adjust to. My whole body goes protective mode, I can't fight him even if I tried. He's The King. The Demon King. He bring his hands on my shoulder and grips it tightly while shoving his phallus deeper inside. I could feel his thickness filling my wall, stretching me endlessly.

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

The king came to realize that Adrian was too powerful. He looked at Adrian in disbelief. Without this evil power, he knew he would be no match for Adrian. Facing such a strong enemy, he trembled, but still, he secretly rejoiced. He knew he could mobilize powerful forces to deal with Adrian. "Demon Slayer Blade, come forth!" the king shouted as he extended his hand. A sharp, long blade appeared with a clang. It was condensed from black essence, looking like a demonic blade from hell, and emitted a strange and inexplicable power.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

In fact, the sword’s aura alone was enough to make the demonic spider start inching backward in fear…! The sword was one of the Zeman family’s ancient magic artifacts, and it went by the name of Demondie. Forged using extremely masculine and righteous auras from heaven and earth, it was no wonder why the spider was so vigilant toward it. Not wanting to waste any more time, the enraged Walter leaped forward, swinging his sword toward the spider while roaring, “Die!” Now in a state of panic, the screeching spider immediately raised its pincers to block the attack. To its horror, the Demondie Sword simply sliced its pincers off!

The Flame Severing instantly slashed out hundreds of thousands of times. When the anger blended into the flames, it instantly became like a fierce god descending to the world. The sword light of the Taoist Sword was so straight that it shocked the world. Swoosh! As soon as the zombie king raised his hand, his palm, chest, and lower abdomen were pierced through. With another swoosh, his whole body was torn into pieces. The sharp sword radiance swept around. More than a dozen great demons at the ancestor level. They were the supreme kings of their territories and clans.

He wanted to stop Asmodeus from being rude to his father, but Ardina was very afraid to see the demon's anger right now. Asmodeus mustered his strength. His palms were wide open. A reddish glow began to appear. Soon a golden yellow knife and a blood-red gemstone adorned the center of the knife hilt. "King of Mormons!" Summon Asmodeus shouted slightly. Then the knife shot swiftly towards the Mormon King who was about to look back. Ardina glared at what Asmodeus did. It wasn't just one, but five blades that were aiming for the Mormon King's front body.

In the end, the prince overcame numerous obstacles and stood in front of the demon king. The Devil King, upon seeing the sword in the prince's hand, became furious. It turned out that the Devil King used to be a king of a country. However, he fell in love with a witch and used her to practice dark magic. Eventually, he abandoned the witch. In order to seek revenge on the Devil King, the witch used her magic to forge this sword. The devil king knew that fighting against the prince would undoubtedly lead to death. He proposed terms for a truce, but he wanted the prince to make a choice.

No one had ever dared to humiliate him that way. How dare a Dramonian youth like Sebastian slap him in public? He would make Sebastian and Dramon pay for each slap with tens of thousands of lives. There was a sharp, shrill twang from the sword that echoed around them. The dark light on the Demon's Sword gradually turned a deep green. "Oh, no!" Even Alice cried out in fear when she saw what was happening. Although the Demon's Sword didn't qualify as a sacred weapon, it was filled with Saydan's demonic power!