Demonic Magic Emperor Novels & Stories

"What? Demons? Aren't the demons controlled by humans?" “No, they are controlled by a warlock. They came to Magica through the dimensional crack. King Ruven Omanelis and I have found one of the dimensional crack and temporarily closed it. However, the crack will open again soon if a stronger demon appears. So we have to get ready," said Edmund. “Where is the Dragon Prince now?” asked the fairy leader. "He's increasing his strength for the battle for The Heart of Magic," said Edmund, gulping. A bitter expression crossed his face.

"The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus." Finesia flinched a bit as her lips parted, she doesn't know what Jeneva is talking about. Hearing Leonardo's name from someone's mouth makes her envious, it feels something wrong deep inside her. "I don't exactly understand, who is this Emperor you're talking about?" she asked. Jeneva trembles just by saying the Emperor's name. "The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood."

He was using black magic to drain their strength. Typical of him. He never believed in fair fights. Brooke lunged at me, but I dodged easily, enjoying his desperation. I closed my eyes and pictured him pinned against the wall. When I opened them, it happened. “No way…” he whispered. “Your eyes, you’re the Emperor. You pinned me with your thoughts.” I smirked. “I’ll give it to you, Brooke. You’re observant. Yes, I am the Emperor. Tell me, how do you want me to punish you?”

At the same time, he had sealed the Daemon Clan and the Daemon Emperor in the vault of heaven. The Daemon Emperor's shadow flickered ominously in the void, his voice filled with arrogance and malice. "Hahaha! Heavenly Emperor! Did you truly think the vault could contain me? You cannot destroy me. And now, I have finally been reborn! Even the strongest will fall before me!" At that moment, Adrian's power exploded outward, radiating through the secret realm, and suppressing its very existence. The Daemon Emperor froze. Moments earlier, he had thought Adrian was entirely consumed by the daemonic energy. But now, the tide had turned completely.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

Why did this have to happen? It was Soloman’s magic ring. The owner of the ring is capable of controlling every single creature and demon in hell apart from Lucifer, Lilith and Shedim. From the highest most egotistical infernal creatures to the lowest of the lowest scum- it can control everything. One thing about higher demons is their ego, sometimes even Lucifer reaches an impasse with his subordinates when they differ in opinion. They aren’t afraid of death either, having lived so many centuries. Moreover, their strength is not that lacking compared to Lucifer’s. Killing them would be a hassle and a waste of his time for him. He keeps them on a loose leash.

I cried out, my voice echoing off the empty rafters as I rushed down the concrete steps. He snapped his head up, his eyes entirely crimson, devoid of their usual brilliant green. Black veins were spider-webbing up his neck, pulsing with a volatile, dark energy. "Mercy... stay back," he choked out, his voice a distorted, demonic growl that sent shivers down my spine. "It's... it's too much today. The magic... it's burning me from the inside." "I'm not leaving you," I said defiantly. I scrambled over the low partition wall, my sneakers sliding dangerously on the slick ice as I ran toward him. The closer I got, the more the crushing pain in my own chest began to ease, replaced by a strange, mag

“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?”

It was as if a veil had covered her mind, memory, and ability to think. "Just blast another of their headquarter again." It was the voice again, seemingly the continuation of the conversation fragments. This time, it was a female voice. "What the use? Dæmon's main rat hole is not easy to track. Even if you set fire on one of his headquarters, he wouldn't have cared." Another male voice again, but this time was lighter, and his tone contemptuous, laced with slight anger and mockery. "Tsk, isn't he such a ruthless person?"

"That demon prince is guarded by the most vicious demons in Yami but he sneaks inside our Kingdom just to play with you. Of all the guards, it is you whom he ridicules." Yushiro gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into a fist and his nostrils flaring in anger. It is hard to keep his cool. This is what the King of Hikari does best, he utters his best word to manipulate, upsets and triggers someone's madness to kill. "If I may ask," his voice deep and husky, "Why don't we declare war with Yami? We use magic, potions and spells to enhance our strength. Demons have no brain! Demons are mostly dumb."