Demon Kings Names Novels & Stories

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

Who wouldn't be annoyed? Especially after he gained some freedom, these Demon Kings wanted to rebel, and never contacted him. They only occasionally sent him some food... What did they think he was doing? That was why Demon Sovereign was filled with endless anger! "Eh?" All of a sudden, the Demon Sovereign discovered that there were only three Monster Kings present. He could not help but be puzzled. "What about the rest?" He remembered that there were sixteen Monster Kings. Now, there were only three of them. What was going on?

He still have some conscience left in him. Fayes spoke up ,"Greetings Your majesty. There are a few North Demon Lords and the Northern Lord. Jacinda, the fifth demon lord. I heard she's cruel, ruthless and powerful." Daemon noted to himself to remember her name. One day he would visit her. "Lord Seventh, the seventh lord. And Viktor, the ninth Demon Lord. Currently he's fighting a battle against rebels at the borders." Fayes said. Although he feared Daemon, he had some respect for the man. The man had fought and resisted Gregory all the way. No one dares to go against Gregory.

He said, confusing me. "Betray?" I asked in a low tone. "Yes. The late demon king was betrayed by the humans." He answered. "I don't understand," I said honestly. "A thousand years ago, the late demon king made a deal with the elders and priests in your territory which both of them liked. He was to grant them help in exchange for a blessed maiden." He said, then moved backward and leaned his shoulder against the bar door.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

But I rose to my tall frame which was average in comparison to his. My head tilted upwards of its volition, crimson red flashing before my eyes. "Artemis Kastellanos, as your king and Alpha of the lycan pack, I, King Athanasius Kastellanos command YOU to kneel." But as a final act of defiance, I felt myself shift. For the first time.

“There are few things you don’t know Holly but you will learn all of them soon. For starters that place is where you get to see all the kinds of hot guys. From rugged hot to clean hot,” “Clean hot? And what kind of hot is that supposed to be?” “You know, the hot guys who polish too well. Mostly it’s the rich spoilt brats who like to show off with their neatly styled hair, golden watches and new clothes. Most of them are part of the elites and the stinking rich people, well, like you. For example-Joon,” “Joon?” I muttered in surprise. Who the hell was Joon? Was he some celebrity I was supposed to know?

he corrected. She looked at him. “Do you think the king…?” “Don’t think about him yet,” he interrupted. “Not until it’s unavoidable.” Lyria closed her eyes. But his name was already burning in her mind. The Demon King. And though she had not yet seen him… she could already feel his shadow drawing closer.

She’s standing there, her emerald eyes clouded with confusion and something I can only describe as defiance. Gods, she’s beautiful. Even now, with the weight of the world pressing down on her, she stands tall, unyielding. But she’s vulnerable. And they know it. Tharros, Arinthal, Kaiden. Legends I’ve heard of but never thought I’d meet. The Demon King, the Star Weaver, and the Rogue Alpha. They’ve been nothing more than myths, whispered about in the darkest corners of the supernatural world. Each of them powerful enough to challenge the Supreme Council, perhaps even topple it.

He bellowed. The doors opened again and Ruben turned to see four Demon Lords enter, swaggering in with a confidence born of thinking they were going to be victorious. “And where is the female in question?” The Demon King asked, peering at Ruben. The Demon Lords were directed to stand to the side and they jeered and asked where Bastetia was as well. Ruben scowled darkly hearing the derogatory and rude comments the Demon Lords were making. He focused on the Demon King, shutting out their comments said purely to try and bait him.