Homeless Demon King Novels & Stories

They believed that the Demon King was the incarnation of the god of chaos that has come to redeem the world through blood and death. When the Demon King rose to power, their cult grew into a well-established religion and despite being despised by other humans and even non-human races, their size steadily grew. They have become the most prominent religion during the Demon King’s reign and they were given special privileges and positions among the human courts that were taken over.

Visibly, the creature gulped, and I could see from here that he was in serious trouble. While the creature lay on its knees, its forehead pressed to the ground saying, “You are our master and lord, my king and ruler of the underworld, the most powerful demon of all time, the great Armaloth!” Armaloth! He is called Armaloth. It is he who is the king of the underworld. Is he the most powerful demon? The Lord of everything? As my thoughts turned in my head continuously, the was told that I was human. That means what? Furthermore, I recall that he said that I was chosen, but by whom and what porpoise?

The hall immediately got clouded with pin-drop silence as the King was about to make the announcement. "First of all, I would like to express my heartily welcome to all the Kings, Queens, Prince, and Princesses of different kingdoms for gathering here and celebrating my son's crowning ceremony. As you all know my son Zachary, the Demon of Wrath aka the most powerful and dangerous Demon of the entire Demon World has grown up mature and more tenacious. My health is also gradually ebbing away so I think it's time for me to deliver all my responsibilities to my precocious son. So thereby, I declare Zachary as the new King of Hell and Lord of all the Demons".

“I honestly don’t know what we’re looking for. Samara told me the answers that I need can be found in a hidden room at the old Church ruins. That is all she was able to say before she disappeared.” “So I was right about who you are then.” A voice suddenly says from the open doorway. Andrew steps in front of me, places an arm across my body, and growls at the intruder. “Who are you?” Andrew snarls at the newcomer, ready to lay down his life for me. I place a hand on his shoulder, silently trying to remind him that this is a no attack zone. The stranger smiles wickedly, places his right hand over his chest, and bows to us. “I am the King of the Demons of course.”

he says, I knew who it was this time, it was him the demon lord. "Shouldn't you go back to hell?" I ask him, they all belong down to hell. "Do you need another round over my knee?" he asks me raising a brow at me. "Don't all demons belong down there?" I ask him. "I'm not sure if you are for real or not, but no I do not belong down there, the king has ordered me to take care of you," he explains to me. "Can you take care of my bum? It hurt," I say with a big pout, it did hurt a lot.

He was about to completely fall into becoming a demon! “No! Hubby, wake up! This isn’t you! You’re human! You’re from Florence, not from Hell, let alone a Demon Lord...” Luna’s voice was filled with despair. She was still hoping to awaken Andrius’ consciousness and return him to normal. However, Andrius seemed unaware and did not even look at her. “It’s too late...” The little girl collapsed on the ground. Her tone was filled with despair and fear. “The Demon Lord is no longer the Demon Lord. He's now the King of Demons who will rule Hell for thousands of years—Satan!”

"No. I won't let you use my child." "Your child is already marked. Already claimed. It's only a matter of time before they're born. And when they are..." The voice laughed, cold and triumphant. "I will rise." AEDEN'S POV The demon king appeared from the shadows, his form indistinct, shifting like smoke in the wind. "I said enough." His voice echoed through the hall, making the very stones tremble. "Kael. You have defied me." Kael's face went white.

"I am your king. Stand down!" "You are not our king. Not anymore," one of the demons spat. "We serve the Legion now." "You can still go back. You can join me." "We'd rather kill you, Demon King. You abandoned us!" the demon yelled. "And your weak. In your condition you won't stand a chance." The demons advanced. Shit, they were fully demonic and he was already fatigued and wounded from fighting his way into the keep. Have to protect Victoria.

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

He was either taking me to the wrong place deliberately or waiting for me to lower my guard, so it could try to feed on me. "How long have you been here?" I asked. "A thousand years." He answered. "Have you heard of the demon king?" I asked seriously. "Of course who hasn't? He is the only one with the power to command any form of dark Spirit, soul, or creature. His magic is very strong, and he is greatly feared. But I heard from some wandering souls that he was slowly losing his powers. Is that true?" He asked. "No," I answered. There was no way I was going to tell him the truth. He would not only tell the other spirits, but he could also put the king's life in danger.