King Of Devil Novels & Stories

He drops to the floor, and I immediately get on top of him, pinning his arms to the floor. He comes for me again; as he drops my body to the floor, I fall to my knees. I launch to my feet and slam his body... Then, with absolute slow motion, there is the unified sound of what can be about seven Kings of Hell. So with only but a smirk on my face and looking at Azron. I take my stance and step but two steps back. But from next to me, I hear the voice of Azron, "Let us show this fuckers that they are messing with the wrong Devil."

Here I am now, engaged to the Devil King himself. Devil King, can I call him that? I guess no. He doesn't deserve that title. He's far away from being heartless, ruthless, mad King. He's anything but that. He became the better man, for me and me only. And I want nothing less than to be by his side until my last breath. He deserves this happiness. He deserves me. *************************************************************************************

his shouts of pain echoed in the closed warehouse. Soon enough, the Devil emerges from the blackness in the corners of the warehouse, an omen that devours all his path. He walks, his pitch-black leather shoes stained with blood. His trench coat takes shape, and his eyes glow with a storm of blue. “No… no!” the man begged, scooting himself away only to be blocked by the corpses in the room. “No! I wasn’t a part of this! I was only hired—“ “Killing yourself is a better mercy,” the Devil tells him.

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.”

Suddenly, one of his men raised a gun to me and the other forcefully bent my head in a bow “No one dares to stare at the boss like that.” the gun holder said in a hoarse voice. “Release her.” Dante finally said in a cold and distant tone. The men turned to him. Had he just told them to release her? Dante would never let any offended go unpunished. That was against his rule and no matter the gender, the punishment was equal. I was surprised because I was expecting him to order his men to have me beaten up, or worse still, for my hand to be cut off.

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.”

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.