Iruma Kun Demon King Novels & Stories

I am a damn prince of hell. Ruler of the demons. I am an emperor of the highest underworlds dealings. A damned, a fallen, a demon, an angel. How dare a basic elementalist dare target king in his own kingdom?! This damned caramel semi curvasious beauty face hell without fear, he was in his demonic form and she did not even bat an eye. Her eyes are a cold almost lukewarm white, her plumped lips made- "Dammit!"

When she woke up from the dream, she was immediately threatened by the person in front of her to jump up. "Who are you?" "Me? I am the King of Youkai after all.” “Why did you turn into this appearance?” “I transform according to your words.” Palomas Blancas heard that and seriously looked at the Demon King in front of her. The face is neither fat nor thin, very proportionate, and the eyes are also bright enough, just not like the spring dawn but a bit like the summer noon sun, it seems that the Youkai King's concept of the four The season is not very clear, the lips can be considered acceptable, the face is really rosy, a bit like a ripe apple.

His blood was hot, something in him, wanted to explode, probably because the demon’s he had faced, he hadn’t been given the chance to go all the way, but that was not all, he would not be rash here, even though this was an illusion created by the moon goddess, they needed an opening to find where she hid, so he had to be careful, really careful, “You think too much, how do you fight so well.”, the demon king said, punch to Isak Emma’s face approached, swift move to the sides, he avoided the disastrous punch, as he got ready for the counter, a punch to the guts of the king, releasing fire, as the whole castle was in flames,

"Well, it looks quite delicious." Half an hour had passed. "Hey? Why is it a Demon King again? Why is it not a Demon Prince or a Demon Royal?" "It looks... a bit delicious!" One more hour had passed. "Fuck. A Demon King again... Why isn't it a Demon Royal?" "Hey, the Demon King's body is not so delicious and I don't want to eat it any more!" One more hour had passed. "Hey, it's still a Demon King... but it seems to be at the peak of the Demon King realm!"

6 days later Capital Daemonum Regnum, Demon Kingdom It was a cold - icy dark night, the moon was as grand and bright as ever, the storm petrels, Hydrobatidaes were on their nests, there was no omen of death; the waters were frozen, everything was engulfed with fresh snow. Something freakish was seen among all — two figures stared vacantly at the Demon King villa from quite a far unascertained distance, standing on a cliff. One of them said to the other in a vulgar tone, " So... What? ... We the strongest fighters from the whole Human Empire are sent here to defeat a lousy, bastard Demon King on this cold night — it is snowing also, are they considering us rapscallions? What fiddlesticks! " T

He could only tell that Evelyn, the new queen he had summoned, was showing a subtle sense of vulnerability at the moment. This puzzled Baymont. "The name of the Demon King," Evelyn said suddenly, "I want to know the name of the Demon King." "His Majesty, the Demon King, is the only Demon who has ever awakened the bloodline of the Old Gods; his name is the name of the Old Gods, and no one may call the Gods by their first names." Baymont paused for a moment and told her, "But the projection of His Majesty's consciousness in the human world is called Irzey.

He took some sips from it before he had enough. “She is not herself, they were talking about some deadline, it expires this night. The king eyes snapped open as he sat up suddenly. Cries sounded all over the room as people tried to get him to lie back but he refused. “The demon is in control.” The king stated as I frowned. “Demon?” “Nambra placed a demon in Iris body, they plan on summoning his pack, she wants to redefine everything that is Faery.” Now that the king had spoken, information slammed in my mind. I didn’t even bother trying to assimilate. I just started talking. “More effective demon summoning happens at midnight.” I looked at the clock to see that I had less than hour more.

A couple of females took notice, glancing over at him and whispering to each other. "Who's that?" a small witch murmured with slight interest. "A demon," another female whispered. "He must be a berserker, to be that big. Why is he demonic? Is he looking to start a fight?" "Never had a berserker before," the small one purred. "Don't even think about it," yet a different witch warned. "He's the cursed king. The demon within controls that one. He'd rip you to pieces." They shook their heads, their expressions a mixture of pity and fear. The back of his neck heated beneath the hood of his cloak. He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists until his claws bit into his palms.

The man stepped out of the darkness and into the light. Arabella jerked her head up to look at him. Blood red eyes stared back at her. She hitched a breath, a shocked gasp escaped her lips. He was a demon! He was a freaking demon! He corked his head to the side as he looked at her. "I see you do not recognize me nor my voice. Perhaps it is because we have never met." Arabella swallowed hard. The demon in front of her was an elderly one, who reminded her of her master's father, the demon king.

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.