Demon Lord Leon Novels & Stories

“Lights up. Audience seated. Let the Demon Games begin.” ‎My jaw dropped, only one thought running rampant in my mind. ‎“Daniel, Victoria get ready for my revenge." ‎ ‎

"The demon lay caged within his mind. With a thunderous roar he broke his bonds of servitude and laid waste to the Demon Lords. Nothing could stop him from vanquishing his enemies..." - Witness to the rise of the Demon King, Sebastian the Vanquisher. Northern Romania, 1327 A.D. "Master, open the door!" With a grunt Sebastian rolled over, pressing against the naked female body that lay beside him. The woman sighed, slipping her pale hand up his neck to twirl around one of his horns. Smirking, he slapped her round backside and bit back a groan.

The replicas faded from sight as Kaiser’s body, in flames, dropped to the floor of the cavern. There was a moment of silence. Leon stepped out from behind the rock where he’d taken refuge again. He smiled at them. “It has been a long time since I saw either of you.” “If you’re stalling for time, Leon, you can forget it. I brought others with me. They are hunting your pawns right now.” Damonq was very aware Leon probably already knew that when they hadn’t come to his aid. The master demon was stalling, but his hope was that dawn would break and leave the ancients helpless. They were old and had too many kills to be able to sustain being out during even early morning hours, at least not withou

The gladiator arena officer who brought Leon along the passage chuckled at Leon's question. "Not who but what more precisely," said the gladiator arena officer correcting Leon. “Oh, just what kind of creature do I have to fight today?” asked Leon calmly. "Gargoyle." “A demon-beast? Are you sure? You are not dreaming, aren't you?” asked Leon mockingly. "I'm not kidding, kid." "Okay, cool." Leon walked leisurely. He had seen a demon-beast summoned by his mother. Leon didn't feel afraid of demon-beasts.

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.

Demon stayed where he was and just watched until he heard his favorite voice in the whole world. "Sir Demon, I finished my lessons. Mama said we could go fishing now," Leo yelled as he ran toward his best friend and protector. Demon spun and stepped away from the tree. He squatted down a bit, opening his arms. The little boy came racing into them and threw his little arms around his neck. Leo was the sweetest little person he had the pleasure to meet. He was supposed to capture the boy if he came across him or even kill him, but he just couldn't. The little boy had known he was there to cause harm to him and his family, but still, he saved Demon's life. Demon decided he would not obey his bo

What a hybrid of a being The King is! "Yeah...His father was a Demon-Wolf, A large on at that! Too large from what I've heard. Making Bahm half Dark Wizard and half Demon-Wolf." He brings the fluffy covers over our heads. Sleep taking him over as we've talked for an extremely long time. I think I'm starting to see the sky turning blue.