Demon Prince Goes To The Academy Wiki Novels & Stories

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

I scrunched my brows. "And, who are you and why should I listen to you? I will call the police if you try to be smart." She warned me and chuckled. "Before you reach for that phone in your handbag, I will send you to heaven or hell. But I won't be doing it… I am here for Alexis…" "Who are you?" She was concerned. "I am.. Stefan Donovan, the demon prince…" I introduced myself and left her gaping at me.

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.

His hands tightened on the reins, but otherwise he didn't respond. When the bats almost reached us and I almost let out a scream of the thought I was going to be ripped apart by these creatures, the bats suddenly turned into six demons and they landed on the ground in front of us. "Can you all do that?" I whispered to Adrian. He didn't respond. The demons immediately bowed deeply upon seeing Adrian. "King Asmodeus. King Mammon. Welcome to the realm of Wrath. King Satan welcomes you." They all said in union. King Satan? The Satan? You've got to be freaking joking me.

This was not supposed to happen. I don't want to be touched. Ever. Again. Aiden turns, signalling with his head to follow him. As a true submissive, I have to walk behind him. Not next to him, like a normal person, like a valued person. But I follow him. Because what choice do I have? How far will Aiden go to make sure his ridiculous plans go ahead? What did Henry take off him? Why is he so vexed on revenge? I trail behind him, a submissive already in formation, through the silent, dark halls of the academy. Nobody is up yet. Our footsteps echo off the marble. Cold statues of long-dead dominants line the walls like silent witnesses.

“That’s what the founders said when they bound Maldric below the Academy. And now the wards are down, and the dark comes crawling back in.” At the name, something inside me shivered. Maldric. The ancient incubus. The monster the prophecy whispered about in the same breath as me. Silas stepped forward, just one step, shadows trailing him like a funeral shroud. His eyes were not kind. “If you are the Devourer, dove, then perhaps you should stop pretending you’re not.” The air thickened.

Victoria huffed as she heaved them into her arms. "Lord Sebastian mentioned you'd only recently discovered our world. I thought you might like to read up on it." "Wow, thanks." She fingered the pages of one, the title reading Encyclopedia of the Supernatural. The second was titled History of the Demonarchies. "I've also retrieved your belongings. I will bring them too you." "Thanks...Whoa!" Victoria gawked as his body turned transparent and disappeared. "What the hell!?" She stared at the spot where the demon had been not seconds before, her eyes wide as saucers. A moment later he returned, turning corporal once more and carrying her bags.

“Scholarship students, listen up. I’m Adrian Veyra, your dorm prefect for orientation. You follow my instructions, you don’t get lost, and you don’t embarrass yourself. Simple enough?” He lets the statement hang, eyes lingering on each of us for just a second too long. Adrian gestures sharply at everyone. “You, me. Iron Wing. Keep up.” We start moving, and his pace is steady, deliberate. He doesn’t walk like someone leading a tour. He walks like someone marking territory. We cross the courtyard, the sound of our footsteps echoing against the stone as we follow Adrian up the sloping path toward Iron Wing. The building sits at the far edge of campus like an afterthought- tall, narrow, and slig

"What? Demons? Aren't the demons controlled by humans?" “No, they are controlled by a warlock. They came to Magica through the dimensional crack. King Ruven Omanelis and I have found one of the dimensional crack and temporarily closed it. However, the crack will open again soon if a stronger demon appears. So we have to get ready," said Edmund. “Where is the Dragon Prince now?” asked the fairy leader. "He's increasing his strength for the battle for The Heart of Magic," said Edmund, gulping. A bitter expression crossed his face.

Tina screamed and struggled, but the demon's strength was far superior to hers. "Tina!" Haneul blasted through the door of the mansion and the demon's grip loosened. Tina took it as a chance to knee it in the gut. She punched in the face, just as her training taught her. She turned towards Haneul in haste. But something was wrong. It wasn't Haneul who was standing by the door anymore. Instead, a tall lanky Black man with a menacing grin took his place. As he stepped nearer and nearer toward Tina, his fingers seemed to melt and transformed into sharp claws. "Hello, Christina. I am Asmodeus, Prince of Hell. Do you have coffee in this house? I'm craving for some."