King Of Devil Novels & Stories

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

"Although, my fans call me the Queen of Doom. Can you believe that? What a ridiculous nickname. Personally, I’d have gone with..." "The Queen of Doom?!" he interrupted, his eyes wide with realization. "You’re her? Damn it!." "Aw, what a tragic little story," I mocked, shaking my head in faux sympathy. "But now that you know who I am, I think it’s time to say goodbye. I pulled a syringe from my pocket, the green liquid inside glowing ominously. "W-what is that?" he stammered, crawling backward. "My special gift for you" I grinned, twirling the syringe in my fingers. "A slow-acting poison. Gives you plenty of time to reflect on your sins."

They all look pale and exhausted on the corner of their lips is a blood stain. All thanks to the brave stance each of them took trying to suppress the king's beast that has become feral since two full days. The night after he visited the DeHaven maid's room. king Xerxes ended up making another visit to the prince’s room. Unfortunately or fortunately for him,he was not disappointed because the prince possesses the kiss of the devil's star on his nape. A mark that could only be found on his soulmate.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

The hall immediately got clouded with pin-drop silence as the King was about to make the announcement. "First of all, I would like to express my heartily welcome to all the Kings, Queens, Prince, and Princesses of different kingdoms for gathering here and celebrating my son's crowning ceremony. As you all know my son Zachary, the Demon of Wrath aka the most powerful and dangerous Demon of the entire Demon World has grown up mature and more tenacious. My health is also gradually ebbing away so I think it's time for me to deliver all my responsibilities to my precocious son. So thereby, I declare Zachary as the new King of Hell and Lord of all the Demons".

He gets up from his throne and the whole crowd drop to their knees, including Kayola. “As much as you all fear me, and know what I am capable of, some of you still disobey my orders; some of you still dare me!” He pauses and looks at the servants kneeling right in front of him, facing each other. “These bastards were caught having sexual relations, and you all know that I do not tolerate homosexuality. Therefore, I am going to make sure they pay with their lives” At this point, the whole crowd begins to cry and plead for mercy. They ask Devilio to please spare the lives of the culprits. One of them starts to pee on his body, while the other looks at him with love and pain, all in one mix.

He stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt open at the collar. He looked infuriatingly calm. Ronan Blackwood I've been too shocked to recognise him last night but now - fuck! Ronan Blackwood the rumoured devil. I had no idea if I should scream or just laugh because how the hell did I end up with the devil himself? “You had no right,” I said, my voice low, hard. “I saved your life.” he responded calmly. “You took it.” I marched toward him, heat burning through my chest. “You didn’t ask. You didn’t give me a choice. You just—scooped me up like I was some damsel who needed a knight.”

And of course this is a very serious thought that I have to act on because after all it is absolutely impossible for me to remain silent in dealing with this problem. "I think it makes sense, the demon king is the most terrifying figure in this world and the devil is the figure most said to be an undeserving figure in this world who has even directly opposed God. The devil was the first creature created by God before us or other nations, so it would be very natural to have such enormous power and even be able to solve anything in this world very easily. Remember, he is a demon king, he is not just any Englishman or even a commander and so on. It is certain that a demon king will be much dead

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

They were all those things until I saw their other side. It was never my intention to cross paths with the devil. I was only a naïve nineteen year old, living a life that circulated around fame and money. Then, out of the blue, the devil came for me, or should I call him The King— which is a name he prefers to be addressed as. He showed up on a calm evening, and turned my entire life upside down; he turned it into a disaster. He put me under his spell, making me fall deeper and deeper into his sinful charm. Then at the end, when he had gotten all that he needed from me, he devoured.