King Of Devil Novels & Stories

Elvis felt confused. What devil king? Who is the devil king? Are these characters from an animated series? Elvis's mind immediately conjured up the green face of Piccolo, and he quickly explained, "I wasn't with the devil king! I was with you!" Owen skeptically glanced at him and said, "I don't believe you!" Elvis, "Really! I swear."

I could feel the Beta’s eyes boring into me, waiting for his King’s command. “Really?” I nodded frantically, clinging to this thread of hope. “Yes, sir. I wish you were there when she single-handedly killed the undead army.” He breathed out, and for a moment, I thought he was digesting my words. But he was truly the cruel king everyone knew him to be. Truly worthy of his nickname—The Devil. “You knew she had this kind of power,” he murmured, a small smile plastered on his face that never reached his eyes. “More reason why you need to die.”

"Devil King, Lucas?" Heaven Demon was shocked. Of course, he had heard of Devil King, Lucas. "Are you the North's Lucas?" shouted Heaven Demon as he stared at Lucas. "That's right," Lucas said slowly. Heaven Demon suddenly laughed indifferently, saying, "I was wondering who you were. So it's Devil King, Lucas!" Lucas also smiled. He looked at Heaven Demon in the air and said slowly, "Since you know that I'm Devil King, Lucas, why don't you come down and let me kill you?"

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

“Do you take King Axl to be your wedded husband and to live together in marriage?” She paused. Her eyes darted from Mister Drake to the bouquet now held with both of her hands. With one simple ‘I do’ as an answer, means giving her life away to the Devil. Ironic, considering that she didn’t give Lucius the soul she was supposed to give weeks ago, she was finally now giving it to the older brother.

Killing all creatures in this world would make him a great sinner if the people above found out. "He wants to sacrifice all living creatures in this world? Does he really think it will be as easy as he imagines?" said the middle-aged man, his whole body trembling. "Heaven book holder! You are working with a creature like him who is more terrifying than the devil, that makes you lower than the devil! You will always be labeled as a lowly god even if you can keep this a secret from the outside world!" shouted the devil king angrily. Now he seemed unconcerned with his status and only cared about his daughter who was in the hands of the ghost general.

To save her dying human kingdom from total annihilation, Princess Seraphina is traded as a political bride to the feared Emperor of the Under-Realm, Lord Malakar. Known as the "Devil’s Shadow," Malakar is an ice-cold, ruthless half-demon Lycan king burdened by a dark, ancestral blood-curse. Seraphina expects a lifetime of torment or a swift execution. Instead, she enters a gothic citadel trapped in a web of deadly court politics and ancient secrets. Malakar treats her as a fragile, disposable human weakling, keeping his distance to protect his dark heart. But when a terrifying ancestral madness takes over the King, Seraphina surprises the entire court by using a hidden, dormant light magic t

I was on verge of tears. “Tsk tsk, now wouldn’t it be a pity if the King of Elysian would be called a blind King. I can gouge his eyes out and present it to you, if you’d like” he chuckled darkly and continued “Or I can chop and tear his limbs apart, instead. What do you want it to be, princess?” Hot tears streamed down my face when I realised the threat was real. I had just gotten father into trouble. I am so stupid and reckless. The Devil wouldn't think twice before killing anyone. He doesn't have a heart, nor does he feels any remorse. He just pure evil.

King Oliver pronounced. Mark was astonished to hear about that. “His Majesty’s son? I didn’t get it, your majesty,” Mark with a baffling expression said. “The next King is going to be chosen soon and I guess he has come for that. Many years ago, he broke the Rules made for Devils. He killed ten humans which is prohibited so, I had to punish him. He was sent to Hell. Wait!! Did he run away from there?” Oliver wondered and drew his brows together.

No humanity, just hunger. “You’re him,” she whispered. “The Devil of the Underworld.” He bowed his head slightly, a mockery of courtly manners. “Dante Moretti. Though most only whisper my name.” Her heart pounded. Dante Moretti wasn’t just a crime lord—he was a myth. A monster in a designer suit. A man with more blood on his hands than the war itself. Rumors said he didn’t age, didn’t bleed, didn’t sleep. That he struck deals in shadows, and those who betrayed him were never found again. Or if they were, it was in pieces.