King Of Devil Novels & Stories

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!"

The Devil King’s Past The Devil King had once been neither alive nor dead. He was born in the space between. Before he became ruler of the underworld he had been a wandering soul. A soul that refused to die. A soul that refused to live. He had existed between worlds for thousands of years. Then the Father Beyond gave him a body. And with it a kingdom. But the kingdom had always been temporary. The Devil King looked at Sophia. “If I take the boundary…” Death nodded. “You can stabilize the worlds.” “And Sophia?” “She remains human.” Sophia stepped forward.

Come on who would like to willingly sing up for his death certificate and plot against him. It is now a old saying in the underworld that never go against the Devil, ever. It has already been established long ago that he rules and runs everyone, from that one dark night when moon didn't rise up but one boy did and become the infamous Devil. The underworld king whom everyone bowed down to without questioning. He doesn't even need bodyguard for being an undefeatable king. But apparently there is still some idiotic piglets out there. A evil smirk forms into his face about thinking what he will do when there wish will be finally granted. Indeed they sign up for their death.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

"Alright. You should be fine if you're careful." The pair of human and beast once again entered the underground levels of the tower. When they passed by the third floor, the man chained to the large pillar was still going berserk. "Kid! Hurry up and undo my seal! I'm the Devil King that dominates the Three Realms! When I get out, I promise I'll make you my general!" "If you're the Devil King, then I'm the Devil Emperor," Xiao Chen muttered. He ignored the man and returned to the sixth floor.

“Don’t worry, I will not lay any single drop of your blood in the ground. As I am simply correcting the sin of this very world you are running with as my knights wish and the deal we exchange with.” “Who, who are you?” As the king manages to ask, yet in its shivering voice and pins fear it never had before, he smiles as he giggles where it retorted and calls him. “Devil.” “Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!” clicking his tongue as he signs with his finger the word and the meaning of no, he whispers. “You have no idea.” Now shivering with fear as the both of them cower in the corner. He moves away as he draws a pentagram unto the air with his flame. Now with the symbol and the exchange of his mana and very blood

"It's sweet and delicious." ...Yes. "Have some more." Arthur then gave up his red liquid wholeheartedly. "Of course. I thought of you and chose it myself." Adam said as he slammed his glass on the table. He lost again. "Damn it!" His face flushed. Adam stood and pointed to Alex. "You should kneel at my feet. I am the second prince here. How dare you bet with me. You little folk!" Alex frowned and snorted. "The second prince? What good is the second? I am the first lieutenant!" Alex who responded was no less flushed.

I whisper in between trembles. “I’m the demon king, my darling. I always know.” “What can I give you. Let’s…let’s settle this now, please. I am tired of running.” I am scared out of my wits. “Stop then. You’ll end up here anyway, but you’d have tired you little bones,” he says, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. “What do I owe you, Memphis?” “Please, call me Devlin. Mephistopheles is quite an ugly name and I’d prefer a more formal exchange while using that name. Between us, there’s more informality than anyone could ever imagine.”

"Therefore, Dragon-riding Supreme Devil doesn't take the lives of humans as his own and doesn't care about the lives of demons. He only wants to watch humans and demons kill each other. This is one of his few fun." When the Blue Sky Demon King talked about the Dragon-riding Supreme Devil, he couldn't help but show fear and said, "He calls himself the Supreme Devil because he thinks that he is more like a devil than humans. Moreover, the human race is more exclusive than demons. Even if he is very powerful, he has no place to stay in the human tribe. He will definitely be attacked by a group. The demons are more dominated by themselves, so they are entrenched among the demons and dominate a r

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.