Demonic King Who Chases His Wife Novels & Stories

The King had just caught a monster holding his Queen. The air in the room instantly turned to pure, demonic hellfire.

“Do not dare stop me. I need to know where Maleficent is!” “Change your tone or I will fucking send you inside that awful box,” Demon King Lucifer the Prideful hissed. “Do it! Fucking do it!” Veins twitched around the demon king’s forehead. Demon King Lucifer the Prideful, though beaten black and blue by his wife, would never tolerate such attitude. To make his son remember the order of the pecking, he raised his hand to choke him enough to make him remember. “You got some nerve to – ”

The Demon King winked, sipping on the last of his Whiskey. “Oh!” Looking at the pilots, she smiled and instantly he felt a pang of jealousy. It made him want to rip these men’s throats out for receiving that sweet smile of hers. Why…what is happening to me? “I think…” Journee glanced uncertainly at the Demon King. “I have had enough excitement for one day. Shall we head home instead?” “Excellent idea, wife.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back at the Lewis mansion, they were both greeted by the incredibly surprised Lewis matriarch.

"Who is he, dad?" "I know you don't remember, son, but he was also an Archon. He used to play with you, but he was very mischievous, that lad. The last I heard, he had turned into a demon. Asmodin is the king of demons dedicated to lust. And if he said that to your other half, it means someone offered her to him in payment for his services." "Really?"

The blonde froze in place, not wanting to reveal his inner turmoil to his enemies. - Okay, I will fulfill my promise. Leave us! - the king addressed the onlookers. The vampires in the hall hurried to the exit. Tristan was relieved. The young man was sure that if he planned his moves correctly, he would be able to defeat this pair. Nevertheless, Tantario did not relax. The concept of honor was alien to the enemy. The king could kill the guest without any remorse, despite his own promise. But the Lord grinned and spoke: - I assume you are already familiar with the seraphim. After all, my doll is in your hands,” the king flashed his eyes dangerously, letting the young man know that he would gla

Anna didn’t quit until her arm was tired and she was satisfied with the ruin she had made of me. “Now!” she panted, wiping the blade on her silk dress. “You look much more adorable like this.” I curled into a ball on the floor, screaming as my face burned as if it were on fire. “Must you do that?” Father’s voice was flat, totally empty of any love. “You know what is at stake with the King.” “The King needs a wife,” she said, turning to face him. “Not a pretty one. Just a breathing one.” She shrugged. “She’s still breathing.”

[Ford] ‘That was a Goddess Oath.’ Conric growled. ‘We have an avowed wolf connected to us.’ I closed my eyes and sank into myself to speak with Conric more privately. ‘It hurt like a son of a bitch. Who the hell could make a Goddess Oath?’ I asked. ‘I think it’s our woman. She’s still loyal. The other king couldn’t mate her.’ He replied. ‘You think so? You think she didn’t tell him her demon name?’ I felt hope again.

She was their queen, she won’t force them if they don’t want to go back since she had her husband who own one of the most powerful and richest kingdom in werewolf land she will ask for his help if need be. “Thank you hubby it mean a lot.” She said and lean in for a hug which she received immediately. Husband and wife were still hugging when Dalton and Miguel appeared before them and immediately reported that everything was prepared for Nicklaus to set out to the underworld. He had told his trusted men that he was going to take the demon king throne and then come back.

She smirked. "Please, he has been nothing but a pawn since his lowly bitch of a mother died," she said with a chilly laugh. Saffron gripped Elric's arm tightly, warning him to stay. The king glowered at his wife. "How dare you!" he hissed and stood, his hand reaching for the blade at his waist. She looked amused with him. The other princes began to stir uncertainly, some standing.

But I rose to my tall frame which was average in comparison to his. My head tilted upwards of its volition, crimson red flashing before my eyes. "Artemis Kastellanos, as your king and Alpha of the lycan pack, I, King Athanasius Kastellanos command YOU to kneel." But as a final act of defiance, I felt myself shift. For the first time.