False King Demon Soul Novels & Stories

Drayce chuckled darkly, "do you two really think I would buy all this, I don't trust you two" "You can initiate us back into the pack and use your alpha command on us, you will see that we are both not lying " "There won't be need for that, I'm here because you Mother sent me" "Shut up" Drayce pressed harder to his throat and I fear he might really end up slitting his throat. "I think you should listen to him please" i muttered a plead, only then did all the men attention turn towards me. "Oh wow, a beautiful damsel, is she your little mate" the demon king said looking me up and down with pure interest.

Soft screams and sorrowful cries could be heard if one listened closely. The figure had black hair that slightly covered his red eyes. He was wearing a tuxedo and had a pair of black wings on his back. He was simply sitting there while holding the canister. “Hmm, it’s only been a few minutes since I activated this thing, but it’s already almost full. Well, time moves slower here so I suppose it’s already been a few hours over there.” Krumilon, the second Demon Lord, said to himself. He was entrusted to gather soul energy from the realm of Hell, Helheim, directly. Krumilon hadn’t stayed there for long but he was almost finished with his mission.

He smiled at us and stuck out his tongue with a very sharp tip. “Just get straight to the fight. We don’t have time for a tea session with a filthy demon like you,” Acanta firmly blurted out. We were all surprised by what Acanta said and her sudden change of behavior. “Young lady, you are too brave to say such things to a demon king like me. I am Belphegor, by the way, the Demon King of Hell in charge of sloth or indolence. Unity via surveillance is the harmony I seek. While I push buttons and flip levers, keep an eye on the crowd. As your punishment, I will lazily bend your bones and muscles until you can no longer move,” the demon threatened her who introduced himself as Belphegor, the dem

“He is the ancient demon who had formed contract with the first sorceress. She was the one who had found him and proposed the idea of giving him her entire soul in exchange for a strong power that would help her descendants for eternity.” “Only one soul for every children that inherited her blood? That is pretty cheap,” noted Dominic with a small smile. “Well it appears that Balbazor needed only just one human’s soul for him to ascend into an ancient demon. You see demons have ranks and ancient is one of the top three highest rank. Because she had appeared in front of him before he could be killed, he said he would offer anything on her hands as long as she could let him have her soul,” Rose

Tabitha drew from the depths of her power and screamed a soul trapping screech. The sound ripped through the corridor, and it was raw, magical, and devastating. Demons staggered. Their forms began to become destabilized, then one by one they exploded into ash. But not all of them. Never all of them. The air shifted and it became heavy, wrong, and other worldly ancient. Then he appeared like smoke folding into shape. The Demon Shadow King. His red eyes burned into me. His smile was slow and cruel. “Well…” he murmured, voice scraping against reality itself, “the Queen.”

"From what we saw during the last battle… the next one will be worse. Horrifying, even. The demons Roosevelt commands… they devour souls." A collective gasp spread through the room. The betas who hadn't joined the battle looked like their blood had frozen. "D-devour souls?" one of them stuttered. "Like… our souls? My soul?" Even Erin's expression darkened. "Yes," King Johnson said grimly. "Your soul. These demons feed on them. And they targeted Werewolves the most." A council member whispered under his breath, "This is madness…"

I smirked while playing with my scythe, eyeing him intently. He is Warrick, the King of the Demon Kingdom, who was blessed directly by the Demon God and undefeated for centuries. He had killed and slave humans while taking advantage of their weaknesses. This demon should be punished. Then, King Desmond and Vladimir—the fake King of the witches, joined the giant demon. I smirked as I read King Desmond's and Vladimir's mind. Vladimir said, 'Tsk. This girl is weak.' "Don't underestimate me, Vladimir," I said but didn't look at him and he was dumbfounded.

It changed to blue color and directly disappeared into Virando’s palms. “I’ll be the only and ultimate king throughout the demons-realm! All people will kneel down under my feet, will lift up their heads to see me! I’m the only king throughout the demons-realm! King Richard Orlando Lie is the only king in this demons-realm! Hahaha... Hahaha...” King Richard Orlando went on shouting, screaming, yelling the meaningless words, clauses, and also sentences, within his own daydreaming and also imaginary world.

He was either taking me to the wrong place deliberately or waiting for me to lower my guard, so it could try to feed on me. "How long have you been here?" I asked. "A thousand years." He answered. "Have you heard of the demon king?" I asked seriously. "Of course who hasn't? He is the only one with the power to command any form of dark Spirit, soul, or creature. His magic is very strong, and he is greatly feared. But I heard from some wandering souls that he was slowly losing his powers. Is that true?" He asked. "No," I answered. There was no way I was going to tell him the truth. He would not only tell the other spirits, but he could also put the king's life in danger.