Demon Lord Valentine Novels & Stories

It was a moment of curious revelation, a glimpse into a world seldom seen by mortal eyes. Meanwhile, Asmodeus, the former devil and prince of lust, felt a stirring within him as he read the newspaper's headline about Valentine's Day. The mention of love and companionship awakened a longing within him, a yearning for connection that transcended his former identity. Unbeknownst to Asmodeus, his evolving emotions were intricately tied to the unfolding events.

But for stripping them of power, they would hunt the apostate to the ends of all worlds and give him such a death, that even my revenge would be a mercy. The demon left the pentagram, and I leapt on his back.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

So I warned him. "I am going to cum". I groaned. "Not yet, daddy". A feminine sultry voice forced my eyes open, just in time to see Sandra slipping out of her night gown. Seductively. Her succulent nipples beging me to feast on them. "We are just getting started" she announced as she catwalked towards me. "Oooo!! I love the sound of that". I grabbed her butt and pulled her for a deep kiss. Sandra's POV. I thought it was weird for Xanvier to refer to me as "daddy" while I was riding him.

Humans call the leader of the demon race the demon lord, because of his cruelty and strength. See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

Isabella chided. Anger flashed in Valentine's eyes. "You dare mock me?" He asked "Who are you? You think killing your way to the throne will make you the high Warlock? You aren't even a full Warlock." She taunted. The veins in Valentine's eyes nearly popped. "I am the high warlock. Rune or no rune." He declared Isabella chuckled dryly. "You are a toothless monster. Who prefers to keep his people away from the world out of fear." She mocked.

"Eli, I know what I'm doing. And those things I did earlier. That's just the beginning." "Val—" "Don't mention my name as if you are innocent of me. I will leave you, my Auntie is waiting for me." "Val, I'm serious. You don't know who you're bumping into. He's a demon—" "That's why you abandoned your promise to me....to Foval and me? That's why you came back here to be his puppet again? Just because he's a demon?! Then, have fun, Eli. Tell your master who is a demon that he should be laughing so hard while he's still sleeping well in a comfortable bed because I'll do anything to bring you two down until he sleeps on the bed of mud!"

“Oh, yes.” Achilles—my doppelgänger—smirks, shifting his stance to mirror mine exactly. My voice comes from his lips. “Creepy, isn’t it?” I can’t breathe. Valentine watches me carefully, his expression unreadable. “One taste,” he says slowly, “and I have complete control.” Another one of his abilities. He can control an entire army with this blood manipulation. I should be impressed. Fuck that, I am impressed. But staring at Achilles who stares at me...it's just wrong in many disturbing ways.

He drew his heavy steel broadsword, the metal scraping with a harsh ring that made his gray stallion toss its head. "No quarter," Valerius growled to his lieutenants, his dragon fire stirring hot in his throat, making his scales gleam beneath his leather armor. "Kill the High Alpha. Bring me the woman and the child. Tonight, the realm learns what happens when a demon lord forgets how to burn." He kicked his horse forward, leading fifty armored men into the narrow choke point of the slate pass. Then, the ground beneath them began to sing.

Kastriv growls, reaching out to grab my hand as a quiet reassurance that there is no chance has any interest in being set up with this stranger Atari has brought in. "My apologies," Atari grits out, before finally bothering to address me. "Aspen. You're a Demon." I straighten. I figure this was coming, since everyone with a hint of Angel-blood seems to be able to sniff it on me or something. "Oh...yes." Daisy flinches away a little, whereas all the Noble's stare. "That's such a shame, isn't it?" Atari look sad, tilting her head to the side, looking over me as if I'm wasted potential. Being around Kastriv made me forget how much most people hate Demon's.