Demon Lord Milim Novels & Stories

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

“I’m not going to lie to you. But we can control it. I’ve been doing it behind Regine’s back for years.” I nod. “Besides,” he says, “you’re pretty green. I don’t think we have to worry about you pulling a Lord Enorio.” “What does that mean?” Milo interjects. “Well—Lord Enorio specializes in elemental magic.” “Okay, no, this is a bad idea,” Milo says. “This is stupid. We’re not doing this.” “I’m going to try it, Milo,” I say. “Are you crazy?”

Lord Darius one of the servants had called him chuckled and I nodded at him. “I haven’t seen you three around before, you look very interesting” he said I smiled at him “Well you’ll be seeing us more often” The demon nodded and turned to the direction of the king, Nikal growled at the back of my mind. Every ounce of self-control I possessed had been spent keeping myself from crossing the hall. From taking Mila into my arms the moment she fell to the floor. Instead I had stood there and did nothing. My nails dug into my palms until they nearly drew blood. Conrad noticed.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

Remoire is a demon thunderbird. He was considered one of the great demon harbringers back in the old timeline. Like Gorshe, he is one of the three harbringers of Hell who wrecked havoc alongside the demon princes. The sky outside of the academy is dark, as if a storm were coming. I feel shaken up because the sky reminds me of how I charred my skin fighting the massive thunderbird hiding behind the dark clouds. Black lightning roared, rushing in and out of the clouds like a coiling serpent.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

he replied, brushing off the instinct saying she's in danger. "I have so many reasons to kill you. First, you lied to me. Secondly, you work for our greatest enemy, Sinful. He betrayed us all,Anna , Derek, Samantos, all of us. Fuck, I am resisting the urge to kill you " he said to Amelia who almost peed on her body.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

' I pondered, lost until I felt another rough tap. "Are you deaf?" The harsh tone came, and I shuddered unconsciously, turning to see Don Lucien Moretti, the terrifying head of all Mafia leaders, glaring down at me with his icy, blue eyes. A huge lump formed in my throat as I reared backwards in shock before looking down to realize that I was naked, with just a duvet covering my body. I looked back at him to see that he was butt-naked too, with the sheet in between us covered with blood.