Finn Bálor Demon King Novels & Stories

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.

"He's a heartless monster, darling. He's not what you think he is. He's only marrying you because his mother said so" Tears fill my eyes, the ache in my chest gradually increasing by the minute. "What is he?" I ask and he smirks. "Are you sure you want to know that?" He asks. "I want to know" "Your future husband is a demon. He became one as soon as he was cursed. He is popularly known as the shadow king. His winter magic has been replaced by shadow magic which can only be possessed by a demon. He would never be free from his curse, darling. Not even you can save him"

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

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

I had carefully maintained my body while I was in the crescent pack house, that was my number one mission, to come back and destroy Ava in my own body. How callous can a father be? I chuckled. My demon would not let me act as a father. This was who I am. A blood sucking venomous demon and indeed it was hard for me to change my ways. I would never be able to change my ways. This was me. This was who I am. I am Clark Forest, the demon king. Feared among the supernatural and the humans. Now that I have my body back, it was time to destroy Ava Nicholas and all her household and everything she loves. I burst into an evil laughter.

When someone found her at her dying breath, taking her into his bosom and reversing the power of death to live. But when she woke up, she found herself in an unknown kingdom ruled by a Demon. As time went on, then did she knew... “ HE WASN'T JUST A DEMON, HE'S THE DEVIL'S SON. ” But the question is,,, What will be Lora's later fate when she finds out his real identity? Will she accept it??

The darkness that sometimes whispered at the edges of her consciousness. *Demon blood.* "No," she whispered. "Yes," Nyx said, not unkindly. "You are Moonblood on your mother's side. But your father—" He paused. "—your father is Kairen. King of the Demon Wolves. Ruler of the Firegate. The Eternal Flame. The Unbroken Chain." Each title landed like a hammer blow. Luna's vision swam. "The Demon King," she said faintly. "The most powerful demon alpha in existence," Nyx confirmed. "Ancient. Unkillable. And currently working to tear down the Gate between realms so he can return to the mortal world."

she smiled, and I chuckled. "Yeah, I have met him before." I joked, and she leaned into my touch. "Over there are: Arman and Ava, you met them when we visited the Dragon Vault." She said, and I nodded. I knew I had met them before, but somehow I couldn´t pinpoint where... "Dom and Aisling, he is the Demon King, and his Queen is Uncle Arran´s daughter -dragon-" she said, and I nodded, trying to get all the details in.

His cloak, designed with the royal emblem floats in the air as he walks. His strides were gracious and commanding, he walks like a true King. Unlike Lucien, whose power is beginning to diminish. I saw him when he came to Winterwood but today, he looks extraordinarily good. I can't believe Elara will be marrying him, the King of the Lycan kingdom, the Alpha of the Demon's Pack, the Demon King himself. What does he see in that cheap second hand material? That homewrecker keeps climbing higher and higher. After she drops the King, who else will she snag? The Goddess herself?

A faint smirk played on his lips before he walked past, his servants trailing behind him like shadows. Zayla couldn’t help but look back. “Be careful of him,” Varian said quietly, his voice low and serious. “He’s quite dangerous. That charming smile hides a lot of poison.” Zayla didn’t say anything. She simply gave a short nod. Together, they continued walking. Once they arrived at the throne room, the guards let them in immediately. The king, **King Faelar**, sat on the throne reading through a scroll. He raised his head when he saw them and placed the scroll aside.