Demon Lord Kazalim Novels & Stories

His skin appeared paler than usual as he stared right into my soul. "W-What are...you?" I questioned, my lips trembling in fear. "Daemonuim rex" He hissed, his claws disappearing. I froze in my seat as those words echoed in my ears. I know what he meant. Demon King. My vision faltered as I tried to slur out the words I was thinking. Suddenly my head felt too heavy, Lukas standing in front of me getting blurry. I inhaled sharply, trying to keep my eyes open, waving my arms around but the fuzzy feeling took over and I let myself slip.

"Human, you and these zombies seem to be strong. Unfortunately, you met me." Lucas thought that it was fortunate that the Apocalyptic Legion could be integrated with him. Otherwise, he might have died here today. ... The Rank 8 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Dark Races said to Lucas again, "By the way, human, I am the Seventh Demon General of the Dark Palace." In the eyes of the Rank 8 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Dark Races, Lucas had been scared out of his wits. ... Lucas stared at the Seventh Demon General and said, "So what?"

"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.

Fujin asks. “The killer here is named Damian Morningstar, though he may have the powers of a demon, only an Angel can harm a spirit! Find him and bring him to me!” “What is your price?” Hanzo asks. “Your freedom from the Netherrealm and the torture of the first Demon Angel hybrid.” All four of them seem to come to an agreement as they nod their heads at each other. “We will bring you the Demon Angel named Damian Morningstar as promised, Lord Raiden.” They bow their heads. Good. The prophecy must never happen!

"That is on the grounds that the Kalia Kingdom has a Sword Saint. Neither the Romon Empire nor the Khawistan Khanate wishes to unsettle that individual. The Kalia Sword Saint is otherwise called the 'Whirlwind Sword Saint'. As indicated by bits of hearsay, he uncovered his power once when he was still just a Blademaster: when the downpour poured, he could pierce each and every raindrop with his sword and after the shower, an area of three meters from where he hit the dance floor with his sword was totally dry, making his name in a split second take off to distinction." "That Sandoz Hirda whom you've thrashed has since turned into the supporter of the Tempest Sword Saint. Consider it, three y

Cassius set three ablaze with a hiss of cursed fire, but for every one they felled, two more emerged. Until the world shivered. A massive figure tore its way from the fog. Horned, crowned with smoke, its wings torn and dragging across the stones. The demon’s chest glowed with the sigil of the Hollow Court, seared in red light. The Conductor. The others froze. “Is that—?” Xander began, his voice hoarse. "One of Zaril’s Keepers.” Cassius’s eyes narrowed. The demon’s voice echoed through the city, ancient and contemptuous.

Alverto Cassiero a scientist was murdered by the government when the after effect of the substance A13 which he created led to the death of the soldiers that fought against the aliens in the early 80's. Maria Cassiero who was Alverto's mother decided to seek revenge for her son's death and this led her to meet a demon called Diemon.Diemon helped Maria to avenge her son's death after making a pledge to him.Some years after,Diemon was tricked by a Chinese monk who casted a spell on him and turned him into a statue so as to save his student from being offered to him as a sacrifice.

Then she said it. “Lord Asher was here.” Zayla frowned. “I’ve never heard of him,” she said. “Who is he?” Evelyn’s expression tightened. She lowered her voice without meaning to. “He’s… not a man people speak of freely.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” Evelyn hesitated, then said, “Some call him the Golden‑Eyed Demon.” Zayla blinked. That name, she knew. She had heard it in whispers—half‑drunk soldiers, nervous servants, stories told quickly and never twice. A man with no mercy. A man who did not forgive. A man whose eyes were said to look like molten gold when he was angry.

Simon shook his head, this was all Damian's father's fault, if he has just let this young prince of De'Northa be. "you're in a servant and master bond?" "I have a plan," Damian said, ignoring simon's question, Simon ears perked up, "But you have to swear to be there with me till the end" Simon bowed, he could not and would never betray him, "I swear on my life" "Good" Damian said, glad that his own Knight still had his loyalty, "Now, let's bring back De'Northa shall we?" Simon's eyes open in shook, "my Lord?" but Damian had started walking down to the middle of the ruins to raise his hand, engulfing everywhere in purple smoke.

I asked, returning to the table where he was seated. “It shouldn't be.” He answered sternly before a chuckle left his lips, but it wasn't one of amusement but of sparking fury. “But then again, when it comes to Zayden, nothing's ever impossible.” “Who was it?” Daemon's obsidian eyes pulled up to mine. “Zayden.” He whispered the name with much venom laced in his voice. “A royal prisoner and a first-order demon. He was once a member of the Kroma Conclave.”