King Of Devil Novels & Stories

This strange man only wore a smug grin before snapping his fingers and sending them all to crash on the ground. He dropped down dramatically, a gust of wind whirling around him as a diabolic aura hovered over him. "I am the king of darkness, the devil." His voice was deep and contemptible as it should be. "And what is it you want from us?" Egon asked, not intimidated by how evil radiated from Azazel. "I can help you get Maris back if you help me defeat Dracula." The devil stated, the corners of his lips turning upwards in a sly smile.

“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.”

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

My demons could not help me find Alexa while I fought but the pink things would do. I walked up to them, with authority. I needed them to know who was their master. "I am Elliot Vile, the devil. The King of demons and the ruler of the underworld. From this second to the second you die, you must obey my every command and serve me." They seem intimidated and frightened by my words, except for one that was laughing. He was the shortest but had the smoothest skin, obviously the youngest. I picked the lightweight creature and squeezed its neck. The others shrieked in fear while the creature gasped for breath, trying his best to free himself from my grip.

Dewi Sari Kencana squeezed the hilt of her sword which was still covered by the scabbard. "Perhaps I can give a reasonable answer to your question. The first is because the king is also in league with the devil! The king is controlled by a demon, do you think the kingdom he created wouldn't run the same way?" Asura quipped. "We have to find out who the demon is and why he did it. For now, we must find Ki Janggan Nayantaka and Larasati." Arya Santanu turned to his friend. "Alright, let's go!" Dewi Sari Kencana and Arya Santanu immediately returned to the market.

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.

“And what do you have to lose, you already lost everything,” She gazed at me, “I have nothing to lose,” she muttered. “Why does it feel like I am about to make a deal with the son of the devil,” I chuckled. “Don’t be modest Elena, if we make this deal, you would be making it with the Devil himself,”

Currently, that devil was standing in front of his opponent and was looking at him with red eyes veins popping out he was angry. The opposite one was giving him a smirk which he is not liking, he was the king. With a swish, he pounced on him like a kola bear. He was beating him to death, punching his guts, blood spits from his mouth and he was now breathing heavily, not having enough energy to fight for he was giving up, but the devil was not ready to stop. People around him stop applauding and gasped seeing the opposition situation, now they are scared, their eyes were opening and closing like a dying fish.

I could feel his presence looming over me, his dark aura suffocating me. I wiped away my tears and looked up at Freyer, my hands moving in sign language to ask him how he knew I was eavesdropping. Freyer’s smirk widened as he replied, “Kayla, my dear, I am the Devil King. Nothing is impossible for me. Just like how I can cure you or your ailment.” My heart sank at his words. I had always known that Freyer was powerful, but I had never realized the full extent of his abilities until now.

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.