Fate-defying Demon Emperor Novels & Stories

Kalta cursed, annoyed that Adonis always seemed to be coming back more powerful than the last. He could not understand why the kid would not just die and allow him to reign in peace. "I am not a bastard. I am Adonis, son of the great Lord of Death, Adonis. I am the reincarnation of my father and your true lord and master." Adonis answered him as he began to squeeze his hands at Kalta, squeezing and crushing his body. "You would never be able to be able to attain being a lord. Death agents do not feel or fall in love. Those who do are easily killed, take your father as an example." Kalta yelled out in pain as his bones were crushed and his organs mashed up together.

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

And yet here they were, choking on smoke, falling to traps, dying not by steel alone but by an unseen force that turned the world itself against them. But Damon… I felt him like a storm pressing against the edges of my mind. He was not with his men. He lingered behind, watching. His hunger clawed toward me, his thoughts fixed not on the battle but on me. Always me. His rage was sharp, his lust sharper still, but for all his force he could not cross the veil I had drawn. He bellowed orders that never reached me. His men fell one by one, bodies piling, the soil drinking deep.

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.

The report presented prompted His Majesty to issue an emergency court session. The Emperor’s eyes swept over his court, first gazing at those who remained calm and compared those ‘respectable’ imbeciles arguing amongst themselves in the middle of the court. He let out a long sigh as he resisted the urge to massage his temples. “I should have thought this through before summoning this entire lot of them.” He thought to himself regretfully. The ministers, generals along with their commanders are discussing possibilities of enemies identities, listing down all threats to the nation to the point it was becoming ridiculous! How could a beast straight out of ancient folklore appear as their enemy?

"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?"

They felt soft, squishy, and a lot weaker than Sam's strong embrace. "Oh, god," Dante whispered, stepping back quickly. "Are we allowed to touch you? Is your demon the same as crazy Adrian?" Reggie quickly stepped back too, realising his mistake. "Sammi is way worse than Adrian." Elle laughed from behind me. "It's Satan, the demon King of Wrath. The actual devil." She pointed out smartly. Both guys turned white with shock and fear. "Relax." I said as I grasped their shoulders again. "You will only get tortured for the rest of your lives, nothing more."

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.

As if in an answer to my question, Eridius spread out her hands and wings, levitating in the air. From her bleeding lips, came a language so vague and cryptic. Her lips moved in such a strange manner, casting strange words that I had never heard off. Instantly, her body began burning slowly, bits of her flesh peeling off. I was horror struck. The demon kings were unfazed by what she was doing to herself. "Eternal. Mighty. Dark beings. Spirits in hell. Consume me. Lucifer destroy my soul and give it not to the reapers" Eridius began chanting repeatedly as the flames in her body gradually erupted into a blazing inferno that consumed her.

What will happen when the charismatic crown prince of the Arisee clan son of the great dubious king Ziba falls in love with the slave girl who worked in the maize farm where he was supposed to supervise. Conflicted and torn, he would have to make his choice wisely either to send the slave girl down to the deadliest places or have her all to himself and dance to the drum beats of the masquerades... Coming soon.