Finn Bálor Demon King Novels & Stories

The lower level demons are now used to demonic activity hauntings or dirty work to toture the more dastardly humans, or as servants for the upper level demons. I found the head chef named Balaal sitting at a table in the back of the kitchen watching some weird sitcom on t.v. Balaal was short, standing just barely past my knees, he was rather portly and round with thick red, leathery skin and sharp black horns sitting right on top of his head. Balaal had never liked me, probably because I had spent so much time in the kitchen as a child, demanding that he stop whatever he had been doing to make me whatever snack I was craving at the time. I was sure things had changed since then however. I d

This was a question that would lead him to peaking out the training room door, hoping for his first glimpse of the demon king. The castle was quiet despite the multitude of visitors and guards purched at the ready. The Demon king lived up to his name, with blood red hair and piercing black eyes, he in no way looked friendly. To other Demons he was a casanova, taking more than a few lovers, but refusing to marry. He stood tall and fierce as he stared the Angel king dead in the eyes. "Well well. What do you plan on bargaining with this time? You have nothing to offer and you time is running thin." He smirked, his voice sultry and deep. The angel king stared daggers at the other, showing no fal

But I rose to my tall frame which was average in comparison to his. My head tilted upwards of its volition, crimson red flashing before my eyes. "Artemis Kastellanos, as your king and Alpha of the lycan pack, I, King Athanasius Kastellanos command YOU to kneel." But as a final act of defiance, I felt myself shift. For the first time.

Boom— Before he could finish, thick blood mist rose around him, quickly enveloping the sky and obscuring the sun. Following that was a surge of demonic energy, towering like a column descending from the sky, immense and unstoppable. A figure emerged from the demonic energy. Aside from the demonic features, the person was exceptionally handsome. He had a fair complexion and looked more like a refined scholar than a legendary Demon King. It was none other than the Blood Demon King!

It grumbled and although her heart skipped a beat, she remembered Alex had kept the Kingdom in her hands, and therefore, protecting it was now left to her. Rising from the bed, she stared at this monstrous-looking demon. "Who are you?" She asked the monster which let out a deep breath, releasing a huge patch of smoke from its nostrils. "I am the King of darkness, of destruction, and of death. I am the ruler of hell, an eternal torturer and my name is Sathanas." His deep voice rumbled and she wondered how the guards in the corridor didn't hear it. "Sathanas? What are you doing here? Obviously, here doesn't look like hell, which means you can't rule here."

I tried calming the wreckage that had become of my nerves as I stared angrily at both of them. "I am Aklyn"the one with scarlet red hair and honey eyes introduced, flashing me the most sexiest grin I had ever seen. "And I am Nelyx" the silvered hair blue eyed man added, licking his lips in such a lustful manner that sent a tingle down my entire body. "We are the demon kings and you--you are our queen. We've come to take you to our realm Ashrea" Aklyn rich velvet tone boomed, their lustful gaze not faltering from my trepadised eyes.

He still have some conscience left in him. Fayes spoke up ,"Greetings Your majesty. There are a few North Demon Lords and the Northern Lord. Jacinda, the fifth demon lord. I heard she's cruel, ruthless and powerful." Daemon noted to himself to remember her name. One day he would visit her. "Lord Seventh, the seventh lord. And Viktor, the ninth Demon Lord. Currently he's fighting a battle against rebels at the borders." Fayes said. Although he feared Daemon, he had some respect for the man. The man had fought and resisted Gregory all the way. No one dares to go against Gregory.

"Welcome, my dears. I've been waiting for you. I mean 'you', Benard. I've heard of your numerous deeds. You're very good on the battlefield, so I've heard. And I was too lazy to make the trip to confirm your reality. Thankfully, I'm a genius." "So you unleashed so many minions to trouble those innocent people, all because of your desire to see me?" Benard was pissed. How much he wished he had his sword with him right now. He really wanted to separate that demon's head from his body. "I didn't expect you would follow him," the demon king said to Lucas, who was glowering at him. "But that's not a problem. Just an extra mouth to feed. I can take care of that much," the king said in a dismissive

I immediately recognize who he is. Lord Zion Thanatos Evander, the new King of Evander Kingdom. Just when I heard the news that the throne had been transferred to the eldest son of Lord Zero. Almost all the women turned to stare angrily at the man without showing any emotion. He has the intimidating and heavy presence. He has the presence of the king, but one thing is more scary about him that I heard....he's a demon you'll never dare to mess with. I don't know how, what...but according to rumors, he has the power that can cause death. He can kill people in an entire town if he wants to at any time. Even we are here he can gather.

Split. And from that dark—a figure emerged. Not stepped. Rose. Like the ground itself had offered him up. Tall. Sharply dressed. A smirk carved into lips too pretty for the hell he carried behind his eyes. The Demon King. My grandfather. “I felt a pulse so powerful it cracked the barrier between realms,” he said, voice like silk over ash. “So I came to see what had dared to wake the dead.” I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Just stared him down while my beast curled tight beneath my skin.