Novelas y relatos de King Of Demons

" I say in almost a whisper, feeling the room grow icy cold. A grin grew on his face as his eyes glowed a bright yellow. A demon, in this realm. It couldn't be possible, it can't be. But this was no ordinary demon. Regular demons had black eyes, he had yellow. He wasn't just an average demon. That was when it clicked in my head, like atoms combusting together. That name, 'Memphis' I knew it, I shuddered at the mere realization. "Go on." He urged me. He could tell I knew exactly what he was. "You are Memphis Morningstar, the spawn of the devil. The Archdemon. The king of the cross-road demons and the prince of hell." I say, watching as his grin grew wider.

He smirked and lean on the wall,,his five demons appeared in front of leviana and her demons while Kingston watched them. “Start” Kingston said like an order and his demons started the fight first. “They are amazing” Kingston smiled In a minute,,Kingston’s demons finished them,Leviana’s demons vanished and leviana fell on the ground gr0@ning angrily. Kingston walked closer and squatted in front of her,,The demons entered him back. “What do you think?” Kingston asked Leviana who is still on the floor Leviana laughed “I guess you think you’ve won,,,” leviana said and Kingston immediately understood

“Can I dig my nails into your skin? Claw you? Or maybe… I can tear you up and eat you!” “Demon…” she muttered, her nostrils flaring. How did he manage to repel a blessed arrow? No one, no demon has ever done that. “I’m not interested in fighting with a weak priestess. I have what I came for.” He flashed her a charming smile which Clairra hated. “You ask who I am, I am the Demon King. It’s disheartening to meet your acquaintance with an arrow, priestess. We shall meet again.” A few steps back in the shadow and the Demon King had disappeared, leaving Clairra more shocked than ever. She didn’t even know she was holding her breath until she fell to her knees, her bow down on the ground.

What was that supposed to mean? She continued reading.... The next words shocked her, it read thus.. 'The Demon king can only live off the blood of wolves,and humans... The Royals are special demons but of course power comes with a price... Every year,the Wolf King has to bring himself to be used. This,and only this can maintain the truce between the demons and the wolves'...

I asked. His face hardened and his eyes darkened, as if he did not like the idea, “Every world has a leader, just like every pack has an Alpha. The underworld has its king too.” “A King? Like the devil with the horns?” He hummed, “We don’t call him that there. It is something the humans created. We call him the Demon King.” “Oh, I see. So…are you like, going to make a deal with him?” He sighed, “Unfortunately, I have to. He has the power to do what I explained earlier.”

Christopher just gave a weak dry laugh. "Let me say this first, Demons were not just some blood thirsty beasts attacking every random person. The kings had hunted down all the demons in their own territory. There was one king that refused to slaughter so many innocents in it's borders. He allowed the refugees from other nations to gather in his kingdom, did his best to find work for them, and care for them without any aide from the outside world. Many of them even had married Humans or other races. So of course there was demon children, human children born from a demon parent. Well In the end after the great success of their hunts and the burden on their conscious the other so called great k

Samson lifted his eyes to mine and kissed me softly. "He's going to kill me but it was worth it, thank you Grace," he sighed and pulled out his soft dick. I felt his release dripping down my leg and smiled. I kissed him more and the door burst open. I quickly stood in front of Samson as the king stormed in. He could see his demons release running down my legs and he growled furiously, his eyes burning into Samson. "Move Grace," he sneered and I shook my head. He eyed me strangely and shrugged. He continued forward and I raised my iridescent sword. The tip touched his shoulder and he paused.

“Hey! I won’t let you call in your favour if you’re not even going to do anything for me.” “Now now, don’t go making assumptions on your own.” When they reached the church, he stepped inside with no hesitance. He walked through the front door without even opening it, his body floated through as if he was a ghost. The demon king has powers that are most diverse. The normal demons might have confined powers, such as some might control a certain aspect of the weather or an element of the earth, some might be capable of shape shifting. However, the Demon King’s title awarded him much more flexibility with his abilities.

I smirked while playing with my scythe, eyeing him intently. He is Warrick, the King of the Demon Kingdom, who was blessed directly by the Demon God and undefeated for centuries. He had killed and slave humans while taking advantage of their weaknesses. This demon should be punished. Then, King Desmond and Vladimir—the fake King of the witches, joined the giant demon. I smirked as I read King Desmond's and Vladimir's mind. Vladimir said, 'Tsk. This girl is weak.' "Don't underestimate me, Vladimir," I said but didn't look at him and he was dumbfounded.

I heard a man’s voice nearby and I speculated that he’s a threat. “Who the hell are you?!” I stood up without any hesitation though I might get killed and asked him directly. “My name is Lucifer Denville, and I’m the demon king. And you’re Emerald Greenfield, my lovely bride,” he simply lowered his head. My eyes widen as I got to view a tall man with long black silky hair, white skin, red flaring eyes whose wearing a long black coat with golden chains around him. “H-How did you know my name?” I trembled.