Demonic King Chases His Wife Novels & Stories

"Yes, fugitives. They had been in my dungeons but with the help of a few of my father's followers, they were able to escape. I here they've been stirring up problem..." "In the name of the King." I cut him off. "That's what one of the half shifters who'd attacked my wife had said. In the name of the King." "It's not this king for sure." King Ezgard commented as he pointed towards himself with his right hand thumb. "They were men who still followed Gregory's words. My father had quite the religious following. It takes time and patience to hunt each and every single one of them. His reach has always been too far. He even managed to get four of his youngest sisters in to your main castle. I hav

She replaced the feather in the ink pot. Sebastian. Why else would she feel so restless? She shut her eyes and whispered to the wind and let it take her to wherever her husband may be. The condemned rushed in their numbers, their steps led by the fantastic scent of food. "Over there!" They shrieked, hurrying to the lying body of their prey, their eyes crazed with bloodlust but just as they got to him, he strangely vanished into thin air. The woman shrieked in anger, her claws digging into her skin and drawing blood.

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

Rhydian didn’t see his brother’s attack coming, he was poisoned and stabbed by him. Aidan stood over him, watching with a satisfied smirk as the flames devoured his body. And Rhydian’s beloved wife, Reign? Aidan wanted her, but she refused to yield. So he tortured her. He expected her to beg, and plead. But even on the brink of death, she spat in his face. Aidan mercilessly stabbed her straight through the heart. And threw her body into the wild to be torn apart by wolves. Everyone mourned their deaths, and the people were left no choice but to accept their new king after much brainwashing done to them by King Aidan.

She said strongly as the demon king smirked. A minute ago he looked like he was getting upset, but now he was enjoying her denial. He wanted her to reject me, I could see it in his eyes. "Ancient witch, you heard my wife. She no longer wants to be here, so we will take our leave." He said, then linked his hand to hers. "Let's go, my heart." He whispered as I glared at him.

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

"I am slowly getting back my memories and soon enough I will know what I and him shared!" "Oh please!" She waves her hand, dismissing Serra's argument. "Those aren't your memories! It's not yours and his! It's him and Clairra's memories together! You're simply a lost soul, my dear. He is--" Ammilya was interrupted by a sound of the door opening from a far. She knew it was Zierux so she took Serra's hand and look her in the eyes. "Listen to me," she demanded. "The Demon King plans to stab you in the chest on your wedding night where the purple moon is present. He wants to bring back Clairra's soul because she is the one he loves and not you!"

Daemon had been bullied since he took the throne. He knew kindness and gentleness won't work, especially when dealing with those corrupted ministers and officials. Oh, but he had an idea. The most devious and wicked idea. And it all stem from a certain woman, a woman who intruded into his palace. Daemon's mind flashed back to five years ago when he met her. FIVE YEARS AGO A woman sat seductively on the grand steps of Daemon's palace. The steps lead from the outside of the palace until to the throne of the demon emperor. She sat there calmly, admiring her dark coloured nails as if they were made of gold - something precious that deserves to be admired.

She followed closely, it was a dead-end, and the thief looked left and right a little hastily. "Don't run, return the things to others, and you can still be sentenced..." Chloe bent over, "Fortunately, this dead-end has blocked the thief, otherwise it will be paid. She has to run for a while. She really doesn't want to have a super marathon on such a mourning day." Suddenly a ray of cold light appeared in the darkness, and the thief suddenly changed his complexion and revealed a fierce light. He opened the dagger in his hand and said, "bithch!! Fuck your mother hell!"

Rain opened the huge mahogany doors with all her strength and in stepped my grandmother, Cecelia Von Speltsper. Lady Cecelia, or grapy, as I liked to call my grandmother, was the woman who found me. She said she had been out riding when a ray of light fell from the sky and there I was. I don’t know if that story was true or if it was made up to cover my origin as a hybrid, but she was the one who discovered I had the mark of a phoenix on my back and that I was to be the next Demon King. Lady Cecelia was King at the time and none of her five sons and two daughters had the mark.