Finn Bálor Demon King Novels & Stories

velliam can easily see through his mind in demon dimensions. king was thinking about her daughter and all those memories. now king is clam and he close his eyes king:- I was terrible man, I think to sell my daughter for my throne and I was failed in ruling too. power is monster it make one too. maybe I am same as you I lost think what dear to me, my daughter, peace, happiness and true me. I was become salve than ruler. I let the demon take over me and now I realize I was living in lie. now I understand death is truth. please don't kill my daughter and tell her that I am sorry for hurting her. please tell her as my last wish I know I don't deserve that

She followed closely, it was a dead-end, and the thief looked left and right a little hastily. "Don't run, return the things to others, and you can still be sentenced..." Chloe bent over, "Fortunately, this dead-end has blocked the thief, otherwise it will be paid. She has to run for a while. She really doesn't want to have a super marathon on such a mourning day." Suddenly a ray of cold light appeared in the darkness, and the thief suddenly changed his complexion and revealed a fierce light. He opened the dagger in his hand and said, "bithch!! Fuck your mother hell!"

The Demon King sighed, looking bored and this gave Ruben a little hope that he was of an intellect level to see through this flimsy excuse easily. “Lord Bael, with all due respect to your most exulted position…” The sarcasm in the Demon King’s voice was thick and Ruben hid a smile. “He beat Basille…could you have beaten him in a duel?” Lord Bael baulked and looked around at the other three Lords, they wouldn’t met his eyes. “Lord Bael!” The Demon King roared. “I asked you a question…” The threat in his voice to comply was very real as Ruben could feel that the power level difference between the Demon King and his Lords was like the sun versus the earth.

If I even knew how. I never got that mating mark which Balin said was necessary to allow my abilities as the Righ to surface. Does Damien know that? There are so many worries inside of me. But one thing is certain. Damien is the demon king. And the demon king is the enemy. My hand goes to my flat stomach as I recall the hazy memory from my life as Sila. Theat phantom may not have been mine but a ball of grief within me is hard and hot. My eyes turn into slits as I look towards the wide expanse of forest under the terrace.

Mortem grabbed my hands mid air and whispered, "This is who you are, Tate, this is where you belong. Stop forcing yourself in her life, you're not what she need- you never was." "I had to kill Belphegor II myself because I know you'll never be able to. I had to let Skye kidnapped Clarisse so you could go back here. I had to infuriate you with the truth to unleash your true demon self." Mortem coughs out blood, "Hell needs you more than Lyanna does. Fulfill your duty as the Demon King." Life begins to drain from Mortem's cold body as he gently punched me in my chest, he said in a whisper, "I know you'll make a good King like your father once was."

A small light flickered on along with some weird screen that showed the room we were just in. My eyes locked onto the screen. Balor took a seat behind his desk, placing his legs up on it. His arms folded across his chest, a bored expression on his face. The door swung open, and five males walked in. The only one I recognized was Damon as he dropped his glamour. They were all dressed similarly to Balor. Suites, shoes, and ties.

The man stepped out of the darkness and into the light. Arabella jerked her head up to look at him. Blood red eyes stared back at her. She hitched a breath, a shocked gasp escaped her lips. He was a demon! He was a freaking demon! He corked his head to the side as he looked at her. "I see you do not recognize me nor my voice. Perhaps it is because we have never met." Arabella swallowed hard. The demon in front of her was an elderly one, who reminded her of her master's father, the demon king.

"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?"

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 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.