Finn Bálor Demon King Novels & Stories

“I’m gonna find you and slapped to your face how better I am than to my brother…” “You’re evil!” I shouted. He chuckled. “Yes I am. I’m evil Majesty…I am always evil in your eyes so it’s better to be a demon until the end right?” he said and walked out but something fell on his bag. It’s a pink keychain. My head throb from the memories I remembered. What the?! Who’s that? Why couldn’t I…see that man’s face in my memories? Is that Reybert’s brother? But wait… “Yes I am. I’m evil Majesty…I am always evil in your eyes so it’s better to be a demon until the end right?”

I repeated as the smell of burning flesh and the screaming of creatures, old and young, burning to a crisp filled the air. “It's how it has always been princess,” Balor said as he made his way towards the ship. My heart raced as he took sturdy paces which made the earth tremble slightly. He stood close to the ship and grin mischievously. I hated his existence, in that second, I thought about the numerous things I could do to end his life if I want bound by these bloody garlic bulbs. He deserved to die, a flow and painful death for killing all those people. “You've killed innocent people. What kind of creature does that make you?” I asked as my eyes flashed with disgust.

With the sword aura rising into the sky, he intended to kill the Demon King with Magical Eyes directly as his most frightening rival. The Baleful Devil White Ape, Ding Hao's incarnation, was the most eye-catching without a doubt. It was as large as two demon kings. His scorching hot saber and ice sword could also be described as "large" as the Baleful Devil White Ape itself. Ding Hao gave free play to his combat techniques of the human tribe to fight against the One-legged Ox Demon King head to head, but he was not in a disadvantageous position. He had a faint tendency to suppress the demon king... Nobody knew when the demon aura in the sky came together gradually; it seemed to be compressed

She said, her head slightly shaking. A war between kingdoms. Nobody wanted that. Demons would die. And Satan would want this, he would want a war. He was the demon king of Wrath, for god's sake. "But he has Fay. He cuts her and drinks her blood. He can hurt her!" My voice broke and I snapped my head to Adrian, who looked from Dagon to me. "And we will get her back." Adrian immediately said, getting a disapproving snort from his sister. "It's just... It's not going to be easy." Adrian said, his eyes going to Dagon again. "Not easy? Brother, we can't declare war against Samael. He is the leader of war. He would kill all of our people." Dagon snapped.

His skin was tan, his hair dark brown like chocolate, and damn, that body was perfectly built as he looked devilishly hot in a three-piece black Armani suit taking my breath away. "W...Who are you?" I asked my mate, already knowing the answer, because I felt the bond too. My mind and my heart were screaming the mate word too. " Now, why ask the question when you already know the answer to that, Princess Charlotte Petriokias?" the man asked " And, to answer your question my name is Zacharias Stone and I am the King of the demons and your fathers' age." he answers my question while taking steady steps towards me with a panty-melting smile on his face already doing a good job of making my panti

My hands heated with the emotions Sam sent my way, and I felt our bond growing stronger. Burta continued speaking—no doubt a beautiful speech—but I wished he would hurry up so I could finally kiss Sam. The anticipation was too much. Deep in my soul, my need for Sam was so great that I feared I might do something foolish if I didn’t release that part of me soon. "Samael of War, King of the Wrath Kingdom, leader of the Demon realm, Punisher of men, Satan of the world..." Burta's voice rose, capturing my attention. A beautiful wedding ring with a ruby appeared on a pillow next to him, held by Adrian.

he spoke so fast in a yell, everything all seem insane to me, his eyes were widen in excitement as he envisioned his imaginary future. I rolled my eyes, I'm stronger than all the men here combined and if I had not been dosed with silver, I would have compelled all of them here to eliminate themselves. "And you think the demon king would let you kill his son? What makes you think Magnus would let you go" He laughed like a maniac which he is, "you don't do you homework, Demon are not allowed to meddle with Werewolves affairs, it's against the supernatural world principal, he wouldn't want the gods to strip him of his power"

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th

They could drain a werewolf’s strength just by touching them, making them powerless. The demon king and the alpha king at the time finally agreed to separate and form their own kingdoms. The demon king formed a bigger kingdom with powerful soldiers. He was known for ruling with an iron fist. But everyone knew one thing. Demons never came here, and werewolves never went there. Why was he here? His fingers gripped both sides of my arms tighter. “You are trembling... stop,” he choked out. “You… you are a demon?” I stuttered. His jaw clenched and he bowed his head. “You were not supposed to find out. Nobody was supposed to find out.”

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”