Demon Magic Emperor Novels & Stories

She said, her head slightly shaking. A war between kingdoms. Nobody wanted that. Demons would die. And Satan would want this, he would want a war. He was the demon king of Wrath, for god's sake. "But he has Fay. He cuts her and drinks her blood. He can hurt her!" My voice broke and I snapped my head to Adrian, who looked from Dagon to me. "And we will get her back." Adrian immediately said, getting a disapproving snort from his sister. "It's just... It's not going to be easy." Adrian said, his eyes going to Dagon again. "Not easy? Brother, we can't declare war against Samael. He is the leader of war. He would kill all of our people." Dagon snapped.

Failure to that, the demon lord grew weak and his magic and power began to fade away. After five thousand years, the demon king either perished or became stone. The ancient witch's words weren't to be taken lightly, that's why I had to call for the advisers and generals to find a quick solution to my problem. "Great Maou" ( meaning Demon Emperor ). Why not allow us to go into human territory and slaughter as many humans as we can, maybe their blood would serve as sacrifice and grant you power." One adviser suggested. I raised a brow and gazed at my only childhood friend who was the son of the late lead general.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Demarion entered the hall, his midnight silk attire gleaming beneath the chandeliers, phoenixes and roses embroidered across his chest stood out beautifully. A hush fell as the great bells tolled. Emperor Demarion Dracul now stood beneath an arch woven of living ivy and starlight magic. He had conquered battlefields, outlived mortal kings, and bent fate across countless timelines, but never had his heart thundered as it did now. Because SHE was coming. Aakifahlynn Mathiasen stepped into the light, and the world seemed to inhale.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

"Let's go, milady." ... In the grand meeting hall, important demon officials were gathered. Lord El-Kharis, the Demon God of Thunder, had called for an urgent meeting regarding the strange occurrence with his mate. In the middle of the large table, the ancient lantern glowed with multiple colors, leaving everyone in a state of confusion. "So, are you saying your human mate did this?" Gladious, the Demon God of Fire, asked, completely stunned by the lantern's reaction. "She is no longer human," El-Kharis grunted, clenching his teeth.

A moment later he returned, turning corporal once more and carrying her bags. "How did you do that?" He raised a brow, as if it were obvious. "I'm a spectral demon." "That is so cool. So you're like a ghost or something?" "Most humans who think they've seen a ghost are actually witnessing a spectral demon." Her curiosity racing she asked jokingly, "Can you go all Jedi and move things with your mind?" He cocked his head, as if he were about to give a lecture to a group of children. "Yes, when I go fully demonic I have telekinetic abilities. And I can't be harmed or killed. It makes my kind invaluable, especially on the battlefield."

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

After all we believe that you may be the reincarnation of Lord Lucifer. Ban: I see. But still that does not explain how the demon king is my enemy. Lord Drago: That is because a forced teleportation requires a lot of spiritual strength and power and incredible control of it. A slight miscalculation would break the whole chain of the incantation. It's an incredible advance spell as well as forbidden. And the only demon in this world capable of something like that is the current Demon king of Destruction, King Diablo Abaddon. But we don't have any proof of that.

Oliver asks with a laugh. He's asked me that exact question. I have no physical magic, that I can use, but being a Demon has minor perks. My senses can be heightened in particular situations, and it's easier to read people. Except Kastriv. He seems exempt from that ability. "My ancestors fought in the War. Those Angel's who had populated with humans created those who would go on to breed this generations greatest magic wielders. Most who walk the lands are merely human, though," he tells us.