How To Train Your Demon King Novels & Stories

"Blood is power. You're half-demon and half-human; if you allow yourself to become a demon, that's what you'll become. If not, then you'll stay human and live a human life." "What do I need to do to become a demon?" "Kill." He said it in the same tone as if he was talking about cleaning your nails or trimming a horse's tail. "Kill?" A ghost of a smile flitted across Argadon's face-a slow, lazy, sinister smile. "Not just kill, no. You'll have to murder with your own hands, slowly tormenting your victims, delighting in their terror; drinking their lives like wine and breathing in their deaths like smoke."

Why in the seven wonders of the world did I have to be friends with Sarah? “I’m not sure. I still have a couple of really important things I need to do,” “Okay. Now that you have my number, you can call me when you are free. There is so much you need to learn about in RCU and I’m not stopping until you a Pro RCU elite,” “Of course,”

Zombie's collapsed chest made a rapid recovery, his broken arm healed instantly, and his strength became more powerful. Demon King was almost scared to death. Crawling to the ground, he shivered and pleaded, "My King, I am your most loyal slave. Please don't kill me..." "Since you are so loyal, offer your blood to me." Zombie was very cruel and was about to grab Demon King. Demon King gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with rage. Suddenly, he jumped up and punched Zombie's approaching big hand. Bang! Demon King was a grandmaster of Fifth Grade. His unexpected strike made Zombie stumble a few steps backward.

“Do it your own way." Silence stretches on for a moment before Thrakos' voice came again, this time dark, low and hungry. ‘There is another way, Kaelen. One that's quick–instant and… filled with pleasure.’ Flame erupted between my thighs, flooding my crotch before I could ask the Demon King what he meant. Suddenly, a hand–his hand–came out of thin air, wrapping around my dick with my cloak caught in-between.

“Ah. You feel him.” I lunged. He flicked a hand. A wave of dark force slammed me across the room. My body hit the wall so hard the stone cracked. Pain rippled through my ribs and my shift flickered for a moment before stabilizing. The Demon King moved toward me with slow, deliberate steps. “You will come to me willingly,” he murmured, “once you realize there is no saving him.” I pushed myself up, fur bristling. I would die before I let that happen.

He sets her down gently on the plush carpet, then kneels beside her, his dark eyes burning with an unholy light. "Excellent," he purrs, running a hand possessively over her disheveled hair. "Now, let's begin your training. First lesson: learning to worship my cock." Damon's fingers find Hazel's mouth, guiding her tongue to lap at his palm. As she obediently cleans his hand, he instructs her in the art of oral servitude, teaching her how to take him deep, to suckle at his shaft like a babe at its mother's teat. "Good girl," he praises, his voice a low rumble of approval. "You're a quick learner."

Ginny asked and there was a hint of annoyance in it, and I could feel my own irritation coming up too. “The same work as the others,” I replied through clenched teeth, forcing a fake smile onto my lips. “I think the first thing you’ll need to do is train. The demon beasts are known by everyone now, and you need to know how to protect yourself from them. You need to have basic knowledge in fighting.” “Training? Fighting?” Alex gasped, her eyes wide in disbelief. I nodded . “Yes.” “You want us to learn how to fight? But we’re girls!” Ginny cried out, her voice filled with shock.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

"Again." The order came. With an exhausted puff, I tried to think of a fire again. I tried to imagine the flames roaring, the colours changing, the heat of it. The unmistakable crackling of fire filled my head. I might have been better at it if not for the icy stare of a demon king piercing through me. I opened my hands as instructed and tried to generate heat at my fingertips. "You're not focusing. Concentrate." Burta barked. "Maybe because you're distracting me." I snapped back.

Adrian asked "To avoid suspicion. Besides I love black dresses." Audrey said "Mm, my beautiful witch girlfriend." Adrian said "I love you Adrian." "I love you more Audrey get some rest you'll be training for tomorrow." Adrian said "You too." Audrey said The next day Audrey began her training Damon began teaching her how to harness her powers as a demon. Damon kept pushing her but she still couldn't get it right. It was half a week to the attack and Audrey was getting a bit better but she wasn't good enough just yet.