King Of Demons Novels & Stories

I asked. “Yes, the rules here are different. A king may have as many wives as he pleases and the demons can also be the one to force a wife on the king if they don’t like the former one. In order to earn their heart and loyalty, you have to be fierce and show them you are not to be messed with, demons don’t like weakness and I don’t want the situation where I will be forced to take another queen,” he said. Wow, how is this just getting worse? So I might still potentially have someone fight me over my mate? Someone different from Alma? This is not good, not good at all. “Hey” he said, carrying my head up.

Whether it liked it or not. Demons lined the path like statues, eyes glowing, wings twitching, horns casting long shadows across the molten stone. They whispered among themselves as I passed. “Who is she?” “She reeks of spirit fire.” “She carries death.” I ignored them. At the heart of the kingdom sat the throne of Hades the Demon King, carved from the bones of gods and monsters. He lounged there lazily, as if he’d been expecting me. “Adolfa,” he drawled, his voice layered with a hundred others. “So you’ve finally come.”

"So tell me, King Devaro when you you plan on executing that dearest mother of yours" He snapped my attention to his dark reddish eyes, he was dress in a black suit with a red shirt, his chest lost a lot of buttons showing off skin the demoness caressed so lustfully. The demoness are called incubus, sex driven demons. Snapping back to attention I frowned at the intonation of his words. "And what makes you think I plan on taking down my mother's rule?" He laughed wholeheartedly. "Enough with the games Devaro. we both know that your mother is weak, she degrades everyday"

Being in The King's presence again made a tremendous amount of emotions flood me entirely! "But...we just woke up." I half whispered, mouthing the rest of the words to Kris, making him smile widely. "Yes...but he's been up since before three in the morning yesterday, fighting at The Demon Realm, besides getting four hours of sleep next to you this morning." "Demon...Realm?" I tilted my head to the side and twisted my eyebrows. He isn't really out fighting demons...is he? "Long story, but he goes to the border of hell, fighting any demons that try to make their way up to earth during the hours our three in the morning to six in the morning."

“YOU SUMMONED ME." I froze, my words dying in my throat as I slowly looked up. My eyes widened at the towering figure before me–skin red as coal and burning with fire that radiated heat even from afar. Seated atop a jagged obsidian throne that hadn't been there moments ago, was Thrakos. The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile.

Lumina finished the last ten of the two hundred and fifteen outworlders humans were capable of summoning from their worlds before returning her attention to her son. Considered, the other kingdoms referred to them as demons, but not the house of Elzcrid. It was a mistake they would never be caught dead making.

“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.

One drop of my venom could poison an entire barrel of water. Actually, I'm quite catlike. Have you seen an angry cat? They strike their enemies with their tails...and so do I. Sometimes, I miss. Sometimes, I don't. Why not, really? I am a half-demon, am I not? An unholy creature? You bet! A crown assassin? Absolutely. Too bad for me, though, half-demons aren't fit to be kings. I fell into a trap; I served the crown so well that I ended up wearing it, and it doesn't want to let me go. How did it happen?

“Hey, your attitude and way of thinking are what’s destroying this world! And turning people into puppets—isn’t that much different from us demons?” “Wait and see. Even if I have to sacrifice all the creatures of this world, I will erase all of you from my master’s world!” he shouted before disappearing from the demon king’s sight. Hearing the world spirit’s words, the demon king laughed. “Hahahaha, I, Mo Ju’er, have never feared you. And I want to see who will submit in the end—you or me.” The demon king spoke, gazing in the direction the world spirit had vanished. Looking at the door before him, the demon king smiled impatiently, eager to enter and reclaim his body. With his third eye pier

Everyone felt a feeling of asphyxiation. Among the Demon Kings of the court of Deity Phoenix, Spirit Eyes Demon King was ranked third. His power was above the One Legged Ox Demon King. He was mysterious, and no one knew his true body. This time, he exploded in the demonic aura and the pressure that he gave people was more horrendous than that of the One Legged Ox Demon King. This was especially so because his eyes glimmered with a silver fire that seemed as though it could be put out in a whiff of wind. It seemed weak and gave people the feeling of chills all over their bodies.