Iruma Kun Demon King Novels & Stories

The woman shouted angrily at the demon king. "Hahaha, die with me." Shouted the demon king, then blew himself up in the sky along with the woman. BOOMMM...

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.

Each radiated an aura so intense that Jasmine instinctively recoiled, her heart hammering in her chest. The first figure stepped forward, his silver hair glinting in the moonlight. His eyes burned with an otherworldly red, and his angular features were framed by intricate tattoos that seemed to shift and writhe on his skin. “Tharros Blackfire,” Ramon muttered under his breath, his fangs elongating slightly. “The Demon King.” The second figure followed, his midnight blue cloak billowing in the breeze. He carried a staff adorned with glowing runes, his violet eyes sharp and calculating.

Kyros snarled. Placing the magazine in her hands on the table, cupping her hands to the sides of her lips Esmeray whisper yelled at the Demon King from across the table. "His ugly balls. I have them preserved in a glass jar as a souvenir. I like to stare at them while drinking demon brew. It calms my nerves. Gives me peace." The Demon King's face turned an ugly shade of red at her admission. Involuntary laughter erupted among the armies the Monarchs had bought along them. With their supernatural hearing, everyone had heard Esmeray clearly.

Ilorde placed her left palm on the demon king’s right shoulder. Upon the sudden contact, Demon King Lucifer the not-so Prideful flinched. His raised hand automatically found its way back inside his pocket as he hid his fidgeting fingers. Like an unhinged mechanical doll, Demon King Lucifer the Prideful turned his head to the direction where the source of the chilling voice was coming from. Inch by painful inch, a stretch yet forced grin etched on the demon king’s ashen face. “D-Da-Darling…” He trailed. Shivers wracked his spine when Ilorde welcomed him with the all-too-familiar smile. The demon king could only swallow the clog of fear which was slowly accumulating in his throat.

"He's a heartless monster, darling. He's not what you think he is. He's only marrying you because his mother said so" Tears fill my eyes, the ache in my chest gradually increasing by the minute. "What is he?" I ask and he smirks. "Are you sure you want to know that?" He asks. "I want to know" "Your future husband is a demon. He became one as soon as he was cursed. He is popularly known as the shadow king. His winter magic has been replaced by shadow magic which can only be possessed by a demon. He would never be free from his curse, darling. Not even you can save him"

Indie let my hand go and let her demon form out, showing off that she was a concubus. There were some scattered applause. I let my demon form out too. All of it. “I am Morrigan, Vasilia of the demons.” I stated while my human form shifted.

County Barney. Hundreds of demon-beasts chased after King Ruven Omanelis and Edmund, who flew evasively in the air. They came from all over. The winged demon beasts with sharp claws and sharp teeth like rows of saw blades chased after them savagely. Meanwhile, the burly and horned Demon-beasts chased from the mainland. “Blue Yol Bullet,” Edmund shouted. Blue fire Bullet. A volley of blue fireballs shot out the winged Demon beasts chasing Edmund and King Ruven Omanelis in the air. Edmund's blue fireball hit the hollow-winged demon beast's chest. One by one, their bodies fell to the ground and burned to ashes.

There have been, after all, summoners who’ve woken up one day to find that their demons refuse to answer to their call. When Ariadne’s turn came, it was almost as though she needed no coaching. Quiv had barely given her an instruction when the crystal burst a bloody red and spat out enough smoke to fill the circle before her two times over. The aged instructor smiled at it, and when the smoke dispelled, it revealed a demon that looked like a six legged dog with two eyes, a milky fur and the size of the Vesimae that began the summoning lessons. “Ah,” Quiv grinned. “A Canifrae. Quite rare for a first summon. Your reia must be most exquisite.”

I replied with a nod, noting the crinkle of amusement in his eyes and the slight furrow of his pink eyebrows. It was only then that I noticed the demon standing beside him. Guirita, with her short black hair, stood dressed in a pink dress herself. I almost fainted. Guirita in pink?! A sight I was sure to never EVER see. She had her head bowed and held onto the King's arm with a tight grip. She held her other hand on her belly in a protective manner. She felt me watching, and raised her head slightly to meet my eyes. I was expecting an angry look, or a disgusted one, but instead she looked at me with mild animosity. Which was almost a kind look for her.