Demon Lord Kazalim Novels & Stories

"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.

They walked over to me as I dismissed the vampire with the wave of my hand. “I knew something wasn’t right.” Chaze comments as he tries to figure this out. “That doesn’t make sense. Callous turned into a chimera a long time ago and has ruled over the demons. How did Gallant take it over and still managed to keep Callous alive?” Kye questioned as he thought about it more. “You sure Gallant was running the op? Maybe Callous just lent him his demons for this attack.” Chaze asked in general.

Casey pulls me from my thoughts though and drags me down to the tree line. “Ember, Damian may not completely be a demon.” He says. I cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” I asked. “He made it to Royalty class level no problem but he’s not Lucifer, Belphegor, Asmodous or any of the seven deadly sins. But I sense that I’m missing something!” “What do you need from him?” I asked. “Well I need a sample from him and since his stamina is stupidly high and he can take on anything from being crushed by a planet, I need a… you know?” Casey awkwardly puts a hand behind his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

"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

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.”

As the door slowly creaked open, Leon’s eyes immediately locked onto Zalethos Blackwood, seated on a raised throne at the far end of the room. Zalethos Blackwood, the Demon King, exuded an aura of authority that seemed to fill the entire room. His jet-black eyes were like bottomless abysses, cold and commanding, while the sharpness of his gaze radiated an overwhelming pressure. He wore a regal robe of deep purple, edged with gold, and every movement he made imbued with a sense of solemn dignity.

Cultists and warriors alike froze, staring at the demon general in primal terror. Cornelius bowed low, his voice reverent. "My lord has sent a gift. This is General Kha'zor, commander of the Infernal Legion. He will take the Luna personally." Kha'zor's voice was like stone grinding against stone, deep and ancient and utterly inhuman. "Where is the First Luna? Where is my master's bride?" Its burning eyes swept across the battlefield, and everywhere that gaze landed, warriors collapsed screaming. The demon's mere presence was a weapon. Then those terrible eyes found Aveline.

Save those repulsed by the powerful sorcerous wards laid into the foundations of this place that is: the pact-forged signature marking it as the domain of a demon. A church does not remain consecrated ground once you summon a lord of hell onto the premises. It doesn’t matter if you keep him trapped inside a pentagram. This particular cathedral is now the unholy bastion of Ashmedai: lord of lust, master of incubi, succubi, Striga, and also a certain strain of ancient Eastern-European vampires. That said, you would think I (a fellow cursed bloodsucker) could have strolled into this cathedral most anytime I cared to without even bothering to first saturate my bloodstream with Ashmedai’s harvest