Demonic King Chases His Wife Novels & Stories

"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.

The fairies also knew that and so they never wanted to mess with them since it would create havoc and so many innocent lives would be lost. The royal fairy king, KING CROSS was sitting in his living room sipping his refreshments looking at his sweet adorable granddaughter who was clapping and jumping happily while playing with Oz, when all his happiness got shattered away with a group of staggering and heavy footsteps approaching in the hallway. He hauled up immediately from his sit being bewildered and worried which made the Queen gasp in fear . Because, she recognized the look on her husband's face which was enough to let her understand that the demons are back again.

Before she had time to digest the meaning of the Youkai King's words, his large hand swung towards his seventh wife, a red light flashed, then the demon king's seventh wife always arrogantly fell to the ground, his face contorted, as if he was suffering from extreme pain. "I give you two choices, one is now you pack up and leave this castle, the other is I will have someone drag you out of here." There was no love in the King of Youkai's cold voice. "King of Youkai, I was wrong, next time I won't dare to do that again." On the face of the seventh wife of the Youkai King were tears like rain, looking so pitiful, that Palomas Blancas couldn't help but feel heartache. Palomas Blancas prepares t

Amanatha sang some incantations while dancing around the body, sprinkling some whitish substance on the unmoving body. The beads on her body echoed in the room. Her screams got louder and the intensity of the fire increased. Slowly, the eyes of the woman who was assumed to be dead opened suddenly. She sat up slowly while looking around. "Finally!! They have shown their true power. The demon king of tyranny stands no chance against them." Amanatha praised. "Welcome back to the land of the living, princess Kathleen. I'm sure your husband, Asher, misses you and can't wait to see you." As she finished her statement, the body dropped back to the bed. Her eyes were still open but she wasn't moving

"You...are you associating me...with this bitch? This slut...who's spreading her legs for you...my husband?" "Husband? What husband? Nymrit Sein Rider, it seems you forgot how you entered Jabril Palace 300 years ago. I didn't marry you. You ran away from your home and hid in my Demon Army to enter the Demon Kingdom. Even after I explicitly told you I wasn't interested in you, you took residence in one of my palaces and refused to leave. If your father, the Werewolf King, hadn't appeared with the Hundred Pearls of Light and asked me to give you the title of my Demon Queen in exchange for it, do you think you would have the status to speak to me in that tone?"

"I have got to prepare for school now Galore, can you leave my room now." Galore nodded his head. "Thanks for clarifying something for me son, hope we talk soon like this again," he said and wanted to leave when Ruthless voice stopped him. "Can I ask you a question, a very simple question?" "Go ahead and ask." "The demon King you defeated years back, what happened to his wife you captured? Where is she?" King Galore was quiet as he tried to recall, after some minutes had passed he said, "To be sincere, son, I can't remember anything."

His eyes had turned red while he shot daggers at his mother. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WON'T MARRY KIORA?? ZACHARY, YOU ARE A DEMON PRINCE AND A DEMON HAS TO MARRY A DEMON ONLY. THE KINGDOM IS EAGERLY WAITING FOR THEIR PRINCESS AND KIORA IS THE BEST CHOICE. SHE IS THE PRINCESS OF DARKNESS AND YOU ARE THE DEMON OF WRATH. ONLY SHE HAS THE POWER TO FACE YOUR RAGE, NO ONE ELSE", Delphyne shouted back furiously as her eyes started glowing red while she tried to explain his stubborn son.