How To Train Your Demon King Novels & Stories

But for every demon that fell, ten more seemed to rise up in its place, their numbers unending. Damon was a skilled fighter, trained by his cousin Roshan in the art of demon-slaying. He had been taught to harness his demonic powers, to wield his sword with precision and deadly force. But even with his superior training, the sheer number of demons began to take its toll.

“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.

Even if she was a nature witch and the deity, she still needed the right combination of spells if she was to defeat the demon king. The spell was a powerful immobilization spell that could immobilize even the most powerful of all beings but she had a feeling that it wouldn't be able to hold him. She decided to flip through a few more pages to see if she could get more spells. Her friend was still in the hands of the demon king. The thought alone caused bumps to arise on her skin. She was going to give it her all. Even if it meant sacrificing herself. **** Damian kicked a warrior that was about to attack him then punched another one. Klara was training the warriors and he decided to join them

She was an honorary cat and, I suspected, a little in love with Rafe. My entire harem would work out with me in the mornings. We got up early every day for sparring, running, and some other exercises for muscle building. In the evenings they would train together while I was working with Poppy to get Anders’ educated and trained. His tailwork was improving. There was a workshop on the property where we practiced. It was a rule among my people that only full blooded demons were permitted to witness training. There was another type of training for mixed demons. I hated it, but I was supposed to be teaching him in the traditional fashion

Of course, when a king requests something from you, a regular guy, you don't deny him. “Urien, Roger, out of the mat,” King Dominic said, and they stepped out of the mat. The dragon, Urien, looked at me. “Don´t be afraid, let your demon guide you…” He patted my back, and I gasped. He was helping me; he wanted me to succeed, to show that even with a few hours of training, I was the man for the job.

"For now I will go check on my team." We met in the separate training facilities for the elite team. They all stood there, battle ready. Not even Ruben cracked a grin. "The demon army is heading this way. We will do all we can to protect this kingdom and the people within it. This is your home! This is our home! We will be ready. Do you remember all that I taught you about stealth?" "Sir, yes, sir!" They each shouted simultaneously. "Do you recall all the weak points of each type of demon?"

The spirit of the man protested. ‘Can’t? There was never anything I, the Demon King, couldn’t do within his world. Come and provide me with your energy. Oh, by the way, just to let you know, even though I was called the Demon King, I was never as evil as you, and since you threatened my Mother, I’ll make it extremely painful.’ The baby Demon king then raised his tiny hand, and a powerful suction drew the struggling spirit into his hands, and it formed an energy ball. As the baby then began to refine the spirit, he was delighted to hear the agony coming from the energy ball.

To let the servants and other demons know that I was the real King of Hell. Leo let out a breath, "What did you do?" I frowned at his question. It was so vague! Pulling the chair closer I stared at him hoping to read something off his face. Years of practice made it easy for me to guess what others were thinking. Maybe that's why I had an upper hand on most of the battles and emerged victoriously. The demons had no real age more like there was nothing which would define their age. I met Leo when I was doing my measly duties. Usually, the low ranking demons had to prove their worth by training themselves to be strong enough to control human minds.

Seeing that none of his subordinates had any useful suggestions, the Demon King was even angrier. "I want to kill all of you now!" "I'm telling you, no matter what price you have to pay, you must find that Human cultivator for me!" "I'm going to grind him to ashes!" Hong! As soon as the Demon King finished speaking, there was a violent tremor, which made the trench under his feet tremble and break. The Demon King's face changed and the group of Sea Demons below jumped up one after another. They looked at each other, not knowing what had happened.

Though peace had been attained the soldiers started to call the Demon Behemoth, in honor of the ancient guardian Demon that protected the ancient lands of Kirryu. Despite his grunting and frightening growls, the Demon didn’t mind it so long as they did not disturb him. That afternoon after a hefty 32 hours of training one of the servants from the castle called for him while he was eating his soup. "Good Sir, You are being summoned by the king to the banquet hall." The Maid said. The Demon growled ignoring the maid He uttered no words with only a single glance and made his way towards the castle.