Fantasy Demon King Novels & Stories

” he was already displeased that she reminded him about Ivy while he was trying not to think of her. “Everyone is aware of the birth of a new Deity. And by everyone, I mean a variety of ominous, rank-based creatures from the abyss. But you, Royal Sovereign, you weren't just born, you shook the entire Shadow realm making it quake. You are still unaware of the enormous power you possess. The power that could give life as well as take. One that could destroy as well as restore...” “Wait, wait...just stop... So, it's confirmed. I'm a demon vampire?” King interrupted her after growing tired of the subject. He started doing research as soon as he learned about the darkness in him, which led him to

There had been worse rulers. And really, how would I do that? Imagine a half-demon in his true form appearing in front of the palace, scratching the back of his head with his tail, and yelling, “Hey, King, come out and fight me! Oh, and you’d better take your relatives with you!” And Rudolph would run out of the gates, his family in tow, trying to ram me with Abigail’s head, followed by Andre wielding Ruthina in the same way. I would cast hexes on all of them, while we are at it, and sit on the empty throne. People would applaud me, “Hurrah to the demons!" half-demons, excuse me, and the servitors and thralls of the Bright Saint would look upon all that and weep tears of emotion. What if I r

“YOU SUMMONED ME." I froze, my words dying in my throat as I slowly looked up. My eyes widened at the towering figure before me–skin red as coal and burning with fire that radiated heat even from afar. Seated atop a jagged obsidian throne that hadn't been there moments ago, was Thrakos. The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile.

The hall immediately got clouded with pin-drop silence as the King was about to make the announcement. "First of all, I would like to express my heartily welcome to all the Kings, Queens, Prince, and Princesses of different kingdoms for gathering here and celebrating my son's crowning ceremony. As you all know my son Zachary, the Demon of Wrath aka the most powerful and dangerous Demon of the entire Demon World has grown up mature and more tenacious. My health is also gradually ebbing away so I think it's time for me to deliver all my responsibilities to my precocious son. So thereby, I declare Zachary as the new King of Hell and Lord of all the Demons".

He could only tell that Evelyn, the new queen he had summoned, was showing a subtle sense of vulnerability at the moment. This puzzled Baymont. "The name of the Demon King," Evelyn said suddenly, "I want to know the name of the Demon King." "His Majesty, the Demon King, is the only Demon who has ever awakened the bloodline of the Old Gods; his name is the name of the Old Gods, and no one may call the Gods by their first names." Baymont paused for a moment and told her, "But the projection of His Majesty's consciousness in the human world is called Irzey.

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.

Dean banged his spear against the floor and managed to close the portal. "My friend!" Yama chuckled, his voice loud enough to down the sound of buzzing. I gawked at him as he was in one of his crazy suits which were too blinding for my eyes. He was the only demon who inherited the throne without having to fight for it. The longest-running Demon King. Most of them admired him for that quality and feared him at the same time. Then again he looked like the kind of person who cannot even hurt a fly. With his tall slender body, gangly arms and brown chocolate eyes he looked like the boy next door.

A couple of females took notice, glancing over at him and whispering to each other. "Who's that?" a small witch murmured with slight interest. "A demon," another female whispered. "He must be a berserker, to be that big. Why is he demonic? Is he looking to start a fight?" "Never had a berserker before," the small one purred. "Don't even think about it," yet a different witch warned. "He's the cursed king. The demon within controls that one. He'd rip you to pieces." They shook their heads, their expressions a mixture of pity and fear. The back of his neck heated beneath the hood of his cloak. He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists until his claws bit into his palms.

" a human, out of all the the creatures in the universe, faith grants you the one you hate the most this is just too much" laughed the king " this is not funny father" " oh but it is. My poor son" Eric didn't respond. He let the king have his fair share of amusement. It was a rare case he saw the side of his father. The demon king was known to be the most ruthless, cruel and heartless being ever to exist. He could wipe out a whole town, country or even the whole of the demon realm if he so wished. You could guess where the prince got his coldness from

Hades wasn't seeing the connection yet. "It's complicated. But put in perspective my actual function. I rule ten dimensions of the Underworld. A world filled with demons of all kinds. I rule them, but I am not one of them. I am a powerful Elementalist who was gifted the throne. One tom among many scheming, strong, clever demons. Yes, there is a pact. Yes, it would be the height of folly for one demon to challenge me. But lately, there's been talk that a demon should rule. And that talk is growing in volume." King rubbed the bone above his nose as if this were a small headache he could massage away.