Demon Lord Kazalim Novels & Stories

Binding his gaze with Diana, Kaz pointed his staff at the army of demonic werewolves. I widened my eyes. The light from his staff wiped off a troop of the demonics in a blink. I gulped hard at the sheer collision of their overwhelming auras. I couldn’t even imagine what would happen if their powers actually collided. “I gave you a chance, Messiah. And you made your choice. So, from today on, don’t blame me for what happens to you or…” clenching his jaws, Kaz glanced at me, “… your chosen ones.” Kaz stood beside Devon and struck his staff twice on the ground, creating tremors in the ground. I could see the light from his staff booming into the bloodstained ground.

I walked either Chase to the building designated for classes , on the way there I was waved at and also wave to a bunch of random people and some acquaintances. The first class for today is demonology, its my best class because i get to learn more about the evil creatures that took half of me away, i will not call it obsession but i need to get revenge and i will no matter what it takes. the demon lord is lucas, he was once good friends to the king of lorren which is the name of the country we are in,but he allowed jelousy and envy lead him and darkness ate him along the way, his thirst for power fueling the angered soul of the demons that are waiting to feast on innocent souls.

And he held my hand the very next moment and suddenly my body started catching fire as if someone is trying to burn it, and he kind of flied with me and soon we reached on a place which seemed like the hell as it was just lava flowing all over like a painting of an artist who is depicting the hell and before I could understand anything Suddenly I saw a kind of throne coming out of the place where he was standing and the very next moment he sat on that throne and the very next moment the whole place filled with roar,” Hail Lord Cazenne, Hail Lord Cazenne” And suddenly his whole attire changed as if he is a King and the place also transformed into a court with the dark souls filled in it and i

He threw his head up, and stretched his hands towards her. "Opt elem, Hades zechem…alpiota Hezaidys…Hades, hezaidus…" Klaus closed his eyes and continued his incantation. His heart was filled with joy. She was going to get the punishment she deserved, the one she would never be able to escape from. Only him could free her, and he never planned to do so, no matter what. Delilah's eyes widened. Fear gripped her chest with sharp claws. With every second he spent speaking, Delilah sought to fall to her knees. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at him, parting her lips, searching for words to speak.

Despite the grandeur of the room, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of unease that even the ancient walls could not contain. El-Kharis sat at one end of the table, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the other members of the Council. To his left sat Zareon, the Demon of Earth, his massive frame nearly blending with the stone of his chair. His presence was as immovable as the mountains he commanded. To El-Kharis's right was Azazel, the demoness whose allure was as dangerous as her cunning. She avoided El-Kharis's gaze, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

Someone else. Taller. Broader. His entire form seemed forged from smoke and steel, and with each step, the ground scorched beneath his feet. "What the hell is that...?" Rea whispered. But the answer was clear in the air. A commander. A demon lord, beyond Atheon. Someone who wanted more than Kael's fall. Someone who wanted Rea. Kael saw him too. And out the corner of his eye—Rea. Still not running. Still not retreating. Standing tall, wounded but defiant, a shard of steel in her grip. Her eyes blazed.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

"What did you think lived there?" "Who are you?" she asked. Something shifted in his expression — so quick she almost missed it. Something that might have been surprise, as if he hadn't been asked that question in a very long time. "Kael," he said. "Seventh god of war. Currently fallen, stripped of divinity, and apparently summoned by a mortal girl in a cold room." A pause. "You may want to be afraid." "Should I be?"

"spit it out, Cahtora." I tried to keep the shock from my face when I looked at the woman I heard him talking to earlier. She promptly ignored him. She was getting really close to a flame. Literally. Samael fought back his anger as he gritted out his words, a small blue fire raced over his arms. "Now. Cahtora." "Kedar has killed all the demons that had trespassed onto your land." She huffed. Her eyes flicking to me for an instant. Her frown grew deeper and she looked at Samael again. "Your orders m'lord?"