Demon Lord Kazaream Novels & Stories

"Then you must know that there are demons who carry out the suffering of the people who are doomed there, yes?" "Yes," "Well-" Cleon steadied himself on the seat. "One of this demons, is called Aszres." Leonidas stared at him. "It sounds familiar. I think she mentioned him but I was barely able to pay attention. Who is he?" "He is from Tartarus. He is called the demon of despair here," Cleon replied. "He is the type that feeds on every single negative emotion and thoughts that you have, making you think that everyone around you hates and wishes you dead while you neglect other necessary needs for yourself. You would be too deep in fear and hate to go close to anyone or take care of yourself

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

Reynard roared with all his energy to summon the Kazi Demon and his minions. Each minion of the Kazi demon was known to possess incredible strength and could exert high pressure on the skulls of its victims, which usually caused the victim’s veins to engorge till they exploded. Reynard needed that kind of strength to face the wolfman who was hell-bent on defeating him. He smiled excitedly when about twenty slimy-green creatures suddenly materialized out of nowhere. The Lord Command didn’t think Ryan stood a chance against Kazi and his troop. The demon owed him. It was time to collect. A surprised Ryan stared at the creatures but never stopped what he was doing for even a second. The biggest

"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?"

Disgusting trash that he dared said was one of the worst rulers yet. With him, the demons had fallen even more into debauchery but it was probably what they wanted in the first place anyway. The two lords were coronated after the king to govern over the other regions while being supervised by the third lord who was also the king. The trap was the lord of the Land of Babel and was called Jezebel, followed by the dull-faced demoness who governed the Deadman Land and was called Skeleton, and finally, the lord of the Blood Sea and the demon king called Tempest. He had sparkling magenta hair with conspicuous yellow eyes which seem to glitter even more than the angel lord's. How could a demon poss

“Tell me. Which demon did you make the deal with?” His lips trembled. “A-Asmodeus. He was the… the go-to demon. He spoke for all seven.” Destiny stiffened. “Seven?” “Y-Yes. Marduk Kurios. Baphomet. Mephisto. Satannish. Beelzeboul. Olivier.” "You made a deal with seven demon lords?" Her voice was pure fire now. “I should destroy you where you kneel.”

’ I ask him, settling into the couch to wait out Kenji’s Elders as they look over Jamari. ‘Yesss.’ My Demon replies. ‘My name isss Damballa. I have been portrayed asss a ssserpent God with the voodoo people.’ The way that he speaks makes so much more sense knowing that. ‘Long ago there wasss another Realm, a sssixth Realm, where the witchesss lived in peaccce.’ Another Realm?

As Jo stepped outside the chamber, it was filled to the brim. The higher demons, warlords and lords with curling horns, slit-pupil eyes, and ceremonial robes. The strongest classed demons and their leader, the plague demons, veiled in disease-mist. Lady Bellamira, the demoness of mirrors, with silver glass for skin. Group of Aamon, the smart class whose wings had once eclipsed a battlefield. And a lot more than Jo could remember. Jo’s sisters were seated in the front row, each one more perfect and poised than the last.

She knew I was her mate; she could feel it now. I reached down and pulled her into my arms. Nothing in my life had felt so right. It was as if every doubt and angry thought was gone and all I wanted was to curl up with her in the sun. “I love you, Landry.” I purred. “Kallista. My demon name is Kallista.” She trembled. “My name is Caliban. I’m the Khari of the panthers. You are mine.” I told her. “Yes. Goddess, thank you. I would’ve died if it were someone else.” She cried.

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.