King Paimon Book Novels & Stories

Thalia falls to the ground, screaming. "Diamond mindlinked Paimon, and he's coming to take her away. Who would have thought I'd have a prince of the underworld on speed dial?" I tell the others. Thalia is pulling her hair out from the pain we're causing her. Teegan's grip on my hand increases, and when I look at her, she's getting red. Paimon needs to hurry, or her heat will take over again. "Hello again. I believe you summoned me." The lights are still off, so once again, Paimon is in the shadows as he emerges from behind the thrones.

They get frightened so easily. I faze back into a human, causing a puff of violet fog to engulf my body. I face the men of Mimmgar completely bare, with my bag sitting at my feet. Many of the men turn red and look away while others stare on lustfully. I roll my eyes. They are acting as if they have never seen a female body before. "I am princess Eleonora of the Perilous Horde," I confirm to the bald man who just pissed himself. He looks flustered at my sudden change in form but tries to recompose himself.

someone called from the crowd as they responded to my speech with applause and roars of approval. A loud sound resembling a fog horn blowing permeated the room and the crowd grew quiet. I watched with silent surprise as Pierre Blaise strode through the crowd. He was followed by a very irate Gondofini. “Are you really going to fall for the shenanigans of a half-breed queen?” Pierre wailed as he continued making his way to the front of the hall. “I have next to me the kingdom’s chosen magician. He was personally supported by our very king who mysteriously died after marrying this creature. Monarchs aren’t magicians. They are strong leaders of pure lineage. This imposter stands before you,

He beckoned. Where? Turning around, she couldn't find him. "Where are you? I can't see you." "Open your eyes for me." He coaxed. Mish whimpered. Any movement brought her pain. "I can't. I'm sorry. It hurts. I hurt all over." "You can, moy lyubimyy. Feel me. You have my strength. Use it. Be brave for your king." His firm command shook her roughly, reminding her she was soul bound to a powerful king. A king that had given her every part of his being.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

“Okay, that’s actually cool. So what else did I unlock? And how do I use them?” “You’ve gained heightened speed. Improved reflexes. Your perception has increased. Strength as well. However”—the voice dipped slightly—“all at their lowest forms.” “That’s still very far from ‘defeat the king,’ isn’t it?” I muttered. “Yes. You will need one hundred percent of everything. All abilities fully awakened.” I groaned. “Great. And I only have four lives left.” “The more you kill,” the voice continued, “the faster you level up. Every enemy defeated grants you growth—strength, skill, and progress toward your full potential.”

Mitzie’s eyes grew to the size of saucers as she listened to Emma’s words. “My father was the grand sorcerer, or king if you would, of Parmony. In his attempt to use his magic to force the goddess Aliyah to appear ahead of schedule, he decimated half of the Parmonian galaxy – himself and our mother included. The other kings saw the galaxy’s stars ablaze, but none ventured to see what was going on, except King Samael.

Please, return the book to its place after reading,” having completely changed, Eriz headed back, leaving the girl alone. Finding a comfortable corner by the window, Ilyana opened her notebook. She was not mistaken - the first page read: “Master Mulder, humble servant of Selene, mother of the White Moon.” Below it is written in small handwriting: “The madman who knew heaven.” Ilyana leafed through the notebook. Some pages were covered in beautiful handwriting. But most of the diary was filled with drawings. Thin lines formed the images of maps, castles and winged people. Ilyana touched one of the images - a flying winged man. Not only was she not alone, there were entire cities like her. But

As the prince stares, the door begins to creek open. With it, Damon’s smile grows. “Welcome, Kieran,” Damon purrs, quickly scanning the group he sees before him. “So nice to see you on this…momentous occasion.” “My Prince,” Kieran replies, giving him a deep bow. “King, now,” Damon growls, glaring at the weak Alpha to whom he has promised a kingdom. Promised, Damon thinks, but not yet delivered. He smiles at his own cleverness, knowing that this is just the start of his plans.

The sketch was even blurry but for some reason, it is alike Keisuke or maybe she just hasn't seen many of the demons out there. "No! He is not a legendary beast! He is just an annoying hater!" she convinces herself finally closing the book. That should be enough research for the day and so she returned the book. As she walks by the other shelves, she came across a sign that says the current King's achievement. Curiosity struck her and so she checked it out. She pulls one book and opened it somewhere in the middle. It shows the current King's face. He looks powerfully built and extremely muscular, like barbarians in movies. He has almost orange long hair and beards. He has powerful eyes that