Iruma Kun Demon King Novels & Stories

Was he some celebrity I was supposed to know? “He is standing right beside you,” I turned to my side and sure enough there was a six point something feet tall Korean Greek God looking down at me with a million-dollar smile tagging on his bottom lip. “Holly?” I raised my gaze to meet his dark brown eyes, looking down at me. “Joon,” I muttered in recognition. “I didn’t know we were in the same class,” he said. For some reason the entire lecture hall fell silent and I could feel everyone’s hard gaze digging holes all over my body. Ugh! I hated attention. It gave me nerves and despite being someone from a popular family, I still couldn’t stand too much attention.

Sneak Preview Chapter 1-Fall of the Demon Whip! Whip! Whip! "Haha! You didn't expect this, did you? Iblis Jabril, the fearsome demon of the Supernatural World, is reduced to a state worse than a dog!" Queen Nymrit tightened her grip on the Flame Whip and laughed manically as she whipped the chained man over and over again. The Vampire King, Werewolf King, and Fae King watched the spectacle from iron thrones a few feet away. They stared in ridicule at the man who once haunted their dreams, bound and bloody, helpless before a mere woman.

I shook my head. “No… no, that’s impossible, I was in the demon realm.” Everyone exchanged confused glances. “The what?” Conrad asked. “The demon realm!” I sat up straighter despite the weakness in my body. “The King… Bastian… Supreme… Vaelor…” I looked from one face to another. “You have to listen to me.” “There are demons and they’re trying to escape.” “The King needs my blood to complete his ritual—” “Mila.” Marcus’ voice was gentle. “You don’t have to force yourself.”

The ancient witch answered when she walked in with a man behind her. "Iris." The demon king called in what sounded like a warning. "I am honestly fine. Actually, I feel better than I had ever felt in years. I rested well, and my energy is stable, it's restored more than I had thought it would. I am ready to fight and protect our people." She said proudly then turned and extended her hand to the man who looked stunned for a second but took it with a smile. "I'm confident I will be fine as long as he stands by my side." She said as I looked at Ose and Oni who looked calm.

When everyone got back their balance, they turned to Edward to see that a blue fire crown was sitting on his head but his eyes were still closed. “He…” Beruka was saying when a strong will forced her to go on her knees and it was the same for the rest of the demons. Try as she may, Beruka couldn’t free herself from that force and at the end, she can only surrender and bow on the ground, followed by the rest as they all chanted, “long live the Demon King.” Soon, other demons started showing up at the place and as soon as they show up, they will go on their knees and bow, chanting, “long live the Demon king.”

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?!

"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?"

“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.

*Ahem* *Clap* A person clapped his hand right in front of my face. "Since the king wants us to treat you well...we will do that. We can't go against his orders too. Anyway, My name is Ismo... I am the head of the demon war soldiers. The senior most in my field" A person spoke. His pale skin is getting easily red. I wonder if is it out of embarrassment or shyness. He had dark red hair. With amber eyes. His hair was sharp, like spines raising up. All these demons look so young at an age where they would have died more than 1000 times if they were human.