King Of Devil Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Succubus Professor "The righteous one above has been complaining nonstop about the mongrels you useless fools let invade his precious world." The devil sarcastically said while lounging on his throne and rubbing his ear in irritation, pertaining to the seven demons sitting on their own thrones. On either side of him were his lovers, Avara and Aldus. The shadows in the walls trembled in fear at the sound of the devil king's voice. "Who will clean up the mess now?" He asked coldly, looking at no one in particular while enjoying his lovers' touch.

Lucian didn’t speak right away. He simply watched. And felt something twist in his chest. Not pain. Not exactly. Something stranger. “Is this a battlefield?” he asked dryly, stepping into the room. Elias spun, his eyes lighting up. “Lucian! We’re building a castle, and I’m the king, and Ayra is the royal inventor, and we’re at war with the Empire of Dust.” Lucian raised an eyebrow at Ayra. “Empire of Dust?” “It’s a long story,” she said, still smiling. “Involves sand goblins, a giant owl, and your missing cufflinks.”

“With half your men gone, you have no choice against me. I thought you would have been well prepared especially since your loyal bait escaped to inform you.” “You knew?” I asked. Dante smiled. “I planned it all. I knew you were from him and so I had to send you back as bait.” “I am not a bait.” I said within my gritted teeth. “Oh, really.” Dante said, then he averted his gaze to Salvatore, “guess your lover has lots of explaining to do.” I turned to Salvatore, but he avoided my gaze. “What do you want? Father already gave you everything, what else do you demand from me?” Salvatore bellowed in a husky voice.

It could probably be me, given that it hadn’t been a long time since I became the new Dragon King. In the past, it was my father, the former Dragon King, who annihilated more than half of the devils. He was also the only one who was able to hurt the Devil Queen, crippling her and making her unable to bear an heir for herself. If the attack of the devils now to revenge for what happened in that war, then it’s also possible. ‘Could it be that the kidnapping or possibly killing of the missing fairy was also their plan to lure us to form into a group and kill me?’

His eyes gleamed with an inner fire as he smiled, his lips curling up in a sensual, devilish grin. Fangs? We're those fangs she saw? He strode confidently to the throne and sat down, his movements fluid and powerful. "I am the devil," he declared, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "And you, Kayla, are my avatar.”

“I need to know about her.” Luthias was blocking my vision for the most part, but I knew the old man hadn’t moved and I could feel the him eying me warily. “She is the devil incarnate,” he finally said in a hushed tone that was just above a whisper. When I gasped with shocked surprise, he continued, “You’d do well to avoid her, miss. She was the wife of the late king who was the devil himself. Anyone who would marry a devil must be a devil as well.”

“I won’t tell anyone … I just needed a job. I’ll get out of your life … I’ll go, leave the city –” “Do you think I will allow you to exit that door?” Luca whispered, his face inches from mine. “Do you think that knowing my secret is enough, but even worse… you are indebted to me.” “I am not in any kind of debt!” “You have seven years owed to me,” Luca growled. “You think that becoming someone like me requires forgiveness for all those who hurt me? No. Becoming a king requires conquest over them.” He turned his gaze toward Nicolas. “Nico, evacuate the premises,” Luca commanded. “Get the lawyers on speed dial.”

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

I struggled, hitting his chest with my fists. "Stop it! Stop it right now!" He held me even tighter, his voice desperate and loud. "You are not going anywhere! Do you hear me?! You are not leaving me!" He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were red, filled with pain and fear. "So what if there is a prophecy?! So what if there is a curse?! Do you think I care?! I am Alexander Volkov! I am the King of this world! I do not bow to fate! I do not bow to prophecies!"