Demon Queen Novels & Stories

“YOU SUMMONED ME." I froze, my words dying in my throat as I slowly looked up. My eyes widened at the towering figure before me–skin red as coal and burning with fire that radiated heat even from afar. Seated atop a jagged obsidian throne that hadn't been there moments ago, was Thrakos. The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile.

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

The realm was clearly in danger but her heart only wish to protect the Queen. Who cares about us lowlifes?! As long as the Queen lives! Demon race wouldn’t perish! Dev ran off towards the inner chambers and finally she reached her room. The demon catched her breathe for a while and finally burst inside the room and yelled. The demon was panicked as she surveyed the room. “My Queen!” Hellion got startled by her voice as it nearly made her heart jumped out of her chest. Hellion saw Dev’s face filled with cold sweat and instantly felt worried.

"Exactly. They even have a name. They call themselves The Cult of the Spear." "But... I don't understand. Wasn't this Demon Queen a horrible woman? Who bled several kingdoms and caused terror wherever she went?" "Yes, but she is seen as bloodthirsty and terrible mainly by dwarves, angels and people with elven blood in their veins. To some, especially the demons, she is Glory incarnate and should be praised forever and ever." "But she died!" "Demons don't die... Not like us." "..." "That secret that is kept with the thirty-six Templars.... I think that may be the key to what this Cult so desperately wants."

“The King sent us all down here upon the arrival of his Mother, my Queen.” My fingers move to my throat as a gasp leaves my lips. The title of Queen not registering in my mind after the knowledge that Eve is here was said. The Demon straightens up from his bow, eyes watching me intently. What is he waiting for? I must have murmured my thoughts out loud because all eleven Demons looked at each other before turning back to me. The same Demon that notified me about Eve’s presence opens his mouth to speak once more. “We are awaiting our order, my Queen.” All eleven heads bob as they bow to me as one.

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

It's still there. I made sure to pair off in groups of three every day after that. Trying my hardest to avoid being alone in fear the king would come and defile my body again. Who I was mostly worried about, was The Queen-to-be. She was coming around more often, and the more I learned about her, the more I feared her rather than The Demon King. I've seen her slap and scratch a few vampire maids for getting to close with The King. She was a very, very jealous woman. I wouldn't dare cross her path.

It would also make some sense of why she could so easily slip into many different version of herself, honoring them and calling on the will to embody each sliver of herself. Her defiant answer was just the thing to kick in Blood’s lust for her energy, to taste the essence of what kept her body animated until there was nothing left. This moment made him understand why demons and succubi were often mistook for each other. Having the opportunity to ignore her needs and drink her soul dry of its life force showed him what separated them. As a demon, he wasn’t a slave to his thirst for it though, it was his choice to drink a little or all of her or none at all, unlike a succubus. For that gift, h

We circled each other and the crowd was ready for this, to finally end because they all hated Nero. Nero was good in battle as he did get a few hits in but I was toying with him seeing his strategy, we ended up with knives in our hands and fought like dogs in heat. I felt Kaitlyn's presence as she looked on with hate towards the man who raped our daughter repeatedly during the sham of a forced mating. Harper looked out and he got distracted, I knocked him down, and he speared me as we ended up on the ground. He tried to punch me in the face but I kicked him off me, he was back on me just as quickly and said, "I will kill you and fuck that sweet little pussy your daughter has, she is mine, mi

; she roared. “Sure my lady!” He bowed respectfully and left. “I have been breaking stereotypes since my childhood, I had made every impossible thing possible, I have excluded the word impossible from my words bank then how could this be impossible? I will be the queen of “The Kingdom of Shades”. I will change this kingdom one day. I will eradicate all the darkness from it and make it the kingdom of rising. It will be just bright and powerful like the sun rise. I want everything, everyone under my Lead. The Lead of werewolf Queen. The queen who would be loved and adored by all. The queen will be just like her wonderful mother but she will not be weak like her who couldn’t fight her fate and