Fantasy Demon King Novels & Stories

he added, the son of the demon king stomping his wand, then disappeared from before them. Sometimes, things that should look evil, aren't necessarily evil. In fact, the figure nicknamed the devil has a very firm nature and is not angry. Because he was only created to be the heir to the throne of the demon king who will disappear. The age of the devil is only up to a hundred years, if it is a hundred years, he will be destroyed. Those who have a demon king lineage, have no name, they have only nicknamed the heir, king, and also the king's consort.

Dimitri looked at his mother who nodded, and then he looked at the strange woman whose lower body was that of a snake, and the other woman who had wings for arms and talons for feet. “Serve me,” Dimitri finally said, “but make sure to serve my people as well.” There was a sigh from among the creatures this time. The harpy was tearful while the lamia almost jumped for joy as they were given the opportunity to serve the new Demon King. They promised to serve the rest of the beast folk as well and they gathered around to escort their new king and his people through the gates.

Luka told his father. “Tell me, what does this prophecy of yours say exactly?” Collin asked the fairy king. “A king shall be born, he will be born of a werewolf, he shall possess powers beyond recognition, his purpose will be to bring together all the supernatural so that peace will rain once again among my children. He shall be known as The Demon King.” The fairy king said the prophecy like he was reading it from the book of prophecies.

“Hey! I won’t let you call in your favour if you’re not even going to do anything for me.” “Now now, don’t go making assumptions on your own.” When they reached the church, he stepped inside with no hesitance. He walked through the front door without even opening it, his body floated through as if he was a ghost. The demon king has powers that are most diverse. The normal demons might have confined powers, such as some might control a certain aspect of the weather or an element of the earth, some might be capable of shape shifting. However, the Demon King’s title awarded him much more flexibility with his abilities.

Phantom stopped him with his hand, then lowered his head and whispered to the old man, "Especially a great demon king like you." “The place where desire arises is where greed arises. We're all demons that absorb spiritual energies like this to survive, aren't we? Phantom, you are the person I respect the most in ten thousand years, and also the most powerful female demon king of the seven great demon kings. Do you still expect that Leo to marry you?” “Don't use those words to insult me, sir. I won't be swayed by those cheap words." Phantom smiled smugly, looking away so as not to focus on the old man.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

"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?"

“Without the ability to love, or to feel love or empathy for anyone. They say that is how I took the throne… and how I kept it.” Lyria watched him closely. He did not sound like a man repeating gossip. He sounded like someone stating a truth he had long accepted. “Then you believe you have no heart?” A faint smile touched his lips. “I am the Demon King, after all.” He said it lightly, almost as if it were a joke. But it did not feel like one. Everything she had heard about the Demon King had been shaped by fear and exaggeration, distorted through the mouths of others, yet the man standing before her did not resemble the monster of those stories.

Whether it liked it or not. Demons lined the path like statues, eyes glowing, wings twitching, horns casting long shadows across the molten stone. They whispered among themselves as I passed. “Who is she?” “She reeks of spirit fire.” “She carries death.” I ignored them. At the heart of the kingdom sat the throne of Hades the Demon King, carved from the bones of gods and monsters. He lounged there lazily, as if he’d been expecting me. “Adolfa,” he drawled, his voice layered with a hundred others. “So you’ve finally come.”

“Can I dig my nails into your skin? Claw you? Or maybe… I can tear you up and eat you!” “Demon…” she muttered, her nostrils flaring. How did he manage to repel a blessed arrow? No one, no demon has ever done that. “I’m not interested in fighting with a weak priestess. I have what I came for.” He flashed her a charming smile which Clairra hated. “You ask who I am, I am the Demon King. It’s disheartening to meet your acquaintance with an arrow, priestess. We shall meet again.” A few steps back in the shadow and the Demon King had disappeared, leaving Clairra more shocked than ever. She didn’t even know she was holding her breath until she fell to her knees, her bow down on the ground.