Deviant King Novels & Stories

To save her dying human kingdom from total annihilation, Princess Seraphina is traded as a political bride to the feared Emperor of the Under-Realm, Lord Malakar. Known as the "Devil’s Shadow," Malakar is an ice-cold, ruthless half-demon Lycan king burdened by a dark, ancestral blood-curse. Seraphina expects a lifetime of torment or a swift execution. Instead, she enters a gothic citadel trapped in a web of deadly court politics and ancient secrets. Malakar treats her as a fragile, disposable human weakling, keeping his distance to protect his dark heart. But when a terrifying ancestral madness takes over the King, Seraphina surprises the entire court by using a hidden, dormant light magic t

"Maybe crossing worlds awakened some hidden ability. Do not worry. As long as I have something to eat, you will not be in danger." We had barely rested since arriving in this world, and that night I lay in bed recalling everything I knew about the original novel. The Demon King was named Lucien Desrosiers. He was tall, powerful, and cursed in childhood by the holy orders. On the fifteenth of every month, the lust-curse devoured him. If he did not use a hundred women to ease it, his own power would tear him apart. Poor man. Fortunately, he had met me. Otherwise, his curse would never have been solved.

Her father, the main problem at hand. "Does this situation look funny to you?" she demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at him. "Or are you pretending that you do not know who my father is? Because let me tell you, he is not someone you laugh at. He is the King of the Ironblood Kingdom. He has killed people for looking at him wrong. He has destroyed entire villages for fun. He is not a joke." Draevon stopped laughing immediately. Like someone had flipped a switch inside his body. One second he was cackling like a lunatic and the next second his face was completely serious, his eyes dark and focused, his mouth pressed into a thin line.

Aries snarled violently inside him now. Danger. Threat. Protect mate. Protect child. Kael exhaled slowly through his nose. His thoughts turned immediately to Elian. The strange pregnancy. The whispers. The possession attempt. The sudden interest from the underworld. It couldn’t be coincidence anymore. --- Then— He found another name. And this time— Kael went completely still. --- “The Devil King.” --- The candles flickered violently. Kael read faster now. --- “Ruler beneath death. Seeker of Sovereignty. The one who desires the Moon Throne not for power… but freedom.”

[The Cuckold King's revenge mission is completed. [The host has been reborn, and all inner demons have been eliminated.] [System is unlinking... Unlinking successful.] [Wishing the host a happy and healthy life.] The voice disappeared. I felt as if something heavy inside me had left along with that voice. The road ahead was wide, and the sun was shining brightly. I turned on the car stereo and put on a happy song. My new life had just begun.

The liquid glowed deep red under the chandeliers. “Lady Liana,” a voice said beside me. I turned. It was Lord Daven Kael’s newest ally, and one of the few men bold enough to speak to me openly. He was charming in the careless way of men who thought they could outplay kings. “Lord Daven,” I said smoothly. “Enjoying the night?” “Not nearly as much as I could be,” he said, his smile thin. “The King seems distracted. Would you know why?” I felt the pull of Kael’s gaze even before I turned my head. He was still watching, his jaw tight, his hand resting on the edge of his cup.

"Did you, alpha king? Or did you just kill what she wanted you to see?" "Who is that?" I demanded, but I already knew. Could feel it through the mate bond, Thorne's terror, his disbelief, his rage. "That," Dante said quietly, his voice hollow, "is Morgana's husband. The one who supposedly died centuries ago." "Malachar," Thorne confirmed, and his voice shook. "Malachar Ashford. The Dark King." Malachar’s red eyes found mine across the clearing, and his smile widened.

“My father enrolled me when I was five. Said it was to ‘build a god.’” Soo-ah leaned back, eyes wide. “And you never told us?” “I didn’t remember it. Not until the dagger started unlocking things.” “And now?” Yuri asked. Devin looked at his hands. “Now I remember everything.” Silence. Then Yuri slid something across the table. A photo. The Red King — without the mask. “I went through Mother’s files,” she said. “The Red King’s real name is Ryu Seon-woo. He was the first Seraphim. Your prototype.”

He fought in war after war for his master, the fiery demon lord, Ivan the Defiler. Until he learned to cage his inner demon. After centuries of conditioning and pain he'd taught himself to control the vicious monster within himself, using his newfound knowledge to teach his fellow brethren. With focused logic instead of blind rage his berserkers decimated their enemies. He led his demon army into battle after battle, conquering the other clans and earning him the title of Sebastian the Vanquisher, Demon King.

Thru seemed to have a leader this time, a huge hooded man with an aura twice as intimidating. "Sebastian Deusdedit," he called out in a eerie tone. "Respect," she spat, "emperor Sebastian, your honor." The hooded blood sucker laughed, an unpleasant sound. "I'm also a king, you know, a lord. The lord of the vampires, what you term as blood suckers." "I don't care what you call yourself but I warn you to stay away from me and my wife." The vampire lord chuckled, throwing back his hood to reveal a deathly pale face with long sharp fangs.