Homeless Demon King Novels & Stories

"Kristy if you need my help, I'm always here." I thanked him not taking his words wholeheartedly and left. I went back to Kristy's apartment. The feeling of emptiness hung like a cloud over my head. I was trying to find a reasonable explanation for demons to enter an apartment without being recognized. Unless it was the demon king who could take the form of a human being. His horde had to possess a container without a soul. Sometimes of the soul had been sold off, they could take possession of a proper body but that wouldn't change the odd color their eyes would give.

There was a human-looking one that reeked of magic, another who looked like The Mormo’s and he smelled of human blood. But the most intriguing was the last one. He was big and broad. He has a war form similar to some gods, and big horns that stood upward proudly. He took a big breath and shuddered. That creature’s blood was divine. He is of the god’s blood, but it was one he wasn’t familiar with. “Who is that mortal with dark silver war form?” He asked his servant without taking his eyes off that magnificent creature. “He is the demon king, my lord. He is the grandchild of the Christian God.”

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.

Blake Once I depart from Savage's former pack territory, I go on a journey back to my kingdom, eager to share the impending news with my loyal demonic warriors. As the King of Hell, my reign had begun from the very moment I entered this world, but it was my mother Skyler who had ruled over the fiery realm until I was ready to assume the throne. Thus, it is at the tender age of sixteen that I officially ascended to the position of the ruler of hell, ready to embrace the responsibilities and challenges that lay ahead.

A giant demon with horns, forked tails, black wings, and long claws descended from the moon. "And what is that grotesque creature with a terrifying smile?" Alexander wondered. "That is the demon king Beelzebub, King Bartholomeo defeated him before establishing our kingdom. From what I have heard, that being has omnipotent power. It took almost 12 stabs in his heart before he died!" said Leomord. "And it's amazing what can Prince Arthur revive from death.

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

Just please kill me already, my poor heart can't take this anymore. I taste a metallic flavor pour out of my nostrils and mouth before everything went dark again. I felt myself collapse, but not even the impact against the steel floors could wake me. ******************************** Enters Kris, The Demon-Wolf King's Host, "KRIS! YOU GOT TO GET OVER HERE RIGHT AWAY BROTHER!" "DUDE, I'M FREAKING OUT!! PLEASE" "THE WITCH KRIS.... THE WITCH!" This friggin idiot! He calls himself a King?!

“Without the ability to love, or to feel love or empathy for anyone. They say that is how I took the throne… and how I kept it.” Lyria watched him closely. He did not sound like a man repeating gossip. He sounded like someone stating a truth he had long accepted. “Then you believe you have no heart?” A faint smile touched his lips. “I am the Demon King, after all.” He said it lightly, almost as if it were a joke. But it did not feel like one. Everything she had heard about the Demon King had been shaped by fear and exaggeration, distorted through the mouths of others, yet the man standing before her did not resemble the monster of those stories.

Lumina finished the last ten of the two hundred and fifteen outworlders humans were capable of summoning from their worlds before returning her attention to her son. Considered, the other kingdoms referred to them as demons, but not the house of Elzcrid. It was a mistake they would never be caught dead making.

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