My Wife Is The Demon Queen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He was reading the demon history book. The Lycan King took a deep breath. This was bigger than they expected. "This is the ancient book of demon rituals and history. It says here that the only way to resurrect the death angel is to shower his tomb with the blood of four Queens. The Lycan Queen, The Vampire Queen, The Dragon Queen, and lastly my Demon Queen. Which I haven't fucking found yet up to now! Motherfucker!" Lucifer slammed his palm in his mahogany desk. The wood cracked. On the verge of splitting in half, he snatched his laptop in time.

I remain silent. Listening. “Idra listens to me,” she continues. “I am the most powerful queen in this palace.” Her eyes lock onto mine. “I do not want to see you near him.” The words are not a request. They are a warning. Clear. Direct. I hold her gaze. “I am not interested in Idra,” I say calmly. “You do not have to worry.” Her expression does not change. So I continue. “I was married to him for political reasons only. If you keep him away from me, I would be very grateful.”

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

The mission was clear, and Elijah relished the thought of the carnage that would soon follow. Meanwhile, outside the walls of Dysheria, the demon forces had gathered, their dark figures a stark contrast against the pale moonlight. Leon, Levy, and the other gods' representatives had formed a tight perimeter around the vampire kingdom, their eyes locked on the grand palace that stood at its center. Their hearts beat in unison, each of them connected by the ancient magic that bound all demons, allowing them to communicate without words. "We've got eyes on the queen," Leon's voice echoed in Levy's mind. "She's in the dining hall. The king is in his study, likely waiting for the crown prince to a

Aosoth paused and regarded the demons. "The bones of a servant I have conveniently been able to acquire, and the flesh of my spouse can be easily retrieved. Now, the blood of my spawn has proved very difficult to obtain. I even went as far as arranging for the abduction of her father in order to lure her here. She, however, seems not to care less about what happens to her father" At this point she stopped and looked up. Hanging among the rafters of the cathedral's roof was a bound and gagged human shape, slowly twisting and clearly unconscious.

“The Phoenix Queen walks among us.” “I’m not here to impress you,” I said, brushing past them. “I’m here to stop the end of the world.” Council Chamber The chamber was cold, grand, and filled with eyes that measured my every step. “You trespass, Damian Gray,” one councilwoman said. Her name was Valri—half-fae, all attitude. “He’s with me,” I replied sharply. “And you should be more worried about the blood moon tearing a hole through reality than your petty politics.”

He whispered. "Either way you looked at me badly. I am not the type of girl that opens her legs to any man just because they are a little kind with me!. If I was, then I would have granted my powers to any male from my village who showed me some sort of kindness. Also I know that all of you demons see me as the demon king's bride, but I am not. Because no matter what spell he performs on me or how good he pretends to be, I will never ever love or submit to him." I said strongly.

“I'm romantic, sweet, wealthy, powerful, what other attributes do you demand for? Say it and I will just add it to my already existing self.” “You are a demon,” She said. “Demons are handsome.” He replied. “Oh, come on, everyone knows that the demons are the weirdest and ugliest creatures in the whole world.” She said. “But we are merciful to those who insults or hurts our feelings.” “Good to hear that.” “Why are you here?” “Love the girl under you. Wished to make her my wife.” “You dare not!” Queen Miranda fired at him with query in her eyes. It is obvious that she is jealous and …

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

"The clinic network is expanding. Your foundation is changing lives. Mia is thriving. Tara is growing. And we have each other." I turned in his embrace and kissed him deeply. The future stretched before us filled with purpose and love. I had reclaimed my empire, my identity, and my power. More importantly, I had learned to protect my peace and open my heart wisely. The woman who once cooked and cleaned in silence, enduring disrespect to preserve an illusion, no longer existed. In her place stood Nora Hamilton Cole. A mother. A leader. A wife who chose herself first and found everything she needed. The crown was no longer a drawing or a dream. It was mine. Solid. Deserved. And shared with tho