Demonic Emperor Novels & Stories

To torture me! I racked my fingers through my hair. My jaw was hurting from clenching. I rested my elbow on the arm of the chair. I inclined my head to one side. I spread my fingers on my face, still, I could see the pause video screen through the split of my fingers. who stood within this slaughter. I had killed them brutally one by one. By the time, it brought my demon out. People called me a heartless demon. 'I'm more than just a heartless demon! I'm the king of this hell.'

"You'll see when it's time, I'm going to the g/c's office now and when I do, you'll be outside recording the entire conversation I am about to have. Okay?" "Okay, Senior" "Don't call me that". He pointed and walked away. I followed. Daniel Jegede was tall, muscular and dark skinned, he had a maturely handsome face and looked more like a twenty year old than a seventeen year old. He had the long confident stride of a basketball and the arms of a wrestler. I started to wonder if he had used those hands to strangle Lola to death or if he was going to strangle me to death. I made it my business to walk at a safe distance from him in case I needed to start running for my dear life.

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

He was the one who'd wrecked my apartment, the one who'd been giving me all those disturbing warnings and messages. He was the one knew Trevor. He had a hood pulled over his face so I couldn't make out his features and although I couldn't see his face but there was something really frightening about him. A shiver of fear ran down my spine. His whole semblance screamed pure evil. I'd never feared anyone more than I feared him at the moment, and I didn't even know what he looked like. Nate was intimidating at times and he could be pretty terrifying when he was angry but I'd never felt so afraid with him. In fact, for some obscure reason Nate had always managed to make me feel safe, but this ma

“Pardon? I-” “I don’t like to repeat myself,” Do-won said. His tone was quiet, but it weighed like iron. And just like that, the doctor was gone, vanishing with one last helpless look at Zane. Perfect. Now it was just Zane and the heir to the throne. The very heir who looked at Zane in the wrong way. The prince took a step closer, circling him like a wolf. “Tell me,” Do-won said softly, almost conversationally, “do you practice dark arts? Occultism, perhaps?”

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.