Paimon King Of Hell 소설 & 이야기

They say he made the rogues, turned entire packs into monsters to leash the rest of us, keep us paying our tribute. Some say the rogues are just a plague, a fluke of bad luck that happened at the worst time, when our packs are weak from the drought. But I've seen the bodies they leave behind, mangled and ravaged and twisted in ways that defy explanation. I've watched my own packmates dragged from our walls, screaming, only to come back as something else entirely. Something dead-eyed. Something hungry. Something that remembers us well enough to hate. The Lycan King is real. His rogues are real. And I can't — I can't be a tribute to him. I can't be marked for death and sent north to become one

He knew what he was doing to me. Damn it, my body yearned for him. My Lycan wolf was screaming to be with him. ‘We want him,’ I thought. "My name is Aamon. I'm a demon, king of hell," he introduced himself. "What is your name, beautiful?" he asked. "My name is Anna. I am a Lycan female," I introduced myself. "Anna, what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you," he flirted with me. "You are the most handsome man I have ever met," I confessed. He smiled before saying, "Anna, would you like to be my queen, my beautiful Anna? And rule beside me in my Kingdom?"

Lucius is his brother and what she can’t understand is why he would lock him up. “As you can’t understand with your pitiful low intelligence,” Axl padded as he walked past her with sarcasm hinting his tone. “It’s the prophecy what the Kings and Queens of Hell, or whatever you prefer to call it – underworld, must follow. This kind of prophecy holds a terrifying punishment if not succeeded and it’s becoming a mortal. I was once the King of Hell since the prophecy wasn’t written yet on the scroll. But then, it wrote: Lucius as the king having a wife from the mortal world and me…as only a prince!” Axl smashed his fist on the table in front of him, resulting in Emily to startle. She finally took

I called the hell icon, but there was no user or names, how do I call the king of hell, I waited for them to answer me, anyone, maybe it'll be one of his right hands, or one of the demon lord, hopefully not one that doesn't like me, but then again, most of them didn't like me, being their kings favourite. "Yes?" a voice answers me, I couldn't see a picture, so that means he doesn't know it's me yet. "I need to talk to the king," I answer him. "The king is busy," the voice asks, if he even dares to end the call, I'll kill him. "Tell him, Iris, his favourite kitten is calling," I say in a very confident voice, but the jerk on the other side in hell, he ends the call, what a jerk!

Her call, that little girl that she is that’s looking at her mother, standing in surprise, and shivering in fear. Contemplating what is going on as both her parents are unrecognizable to her eyes. The mistress laughs, now looking in her father's direction, and utters the words. “The turn most powerful familiar, the once king of hell himself, yet stupidly fell in love with the woman who once hunted him.” Familiar? Hell? The King? She wanted to ask, yet could not by the moment as all that she could ever do is watch the entire bloody scene that was taking place in front of her.

The baby smiled as he slept, as if dreaming. "You even smile, you little brat. " The creature retorted as Damian smiled. "You are such an actor. " Liana looked up at him, with eyes filled with anger, wonder and confusion. He definitely sensed that and began, " Human, do you have any idea who you are dealing with right now? Do you? Of course you don't. I am the king and lord of the mighty Dragon realm. The one and only ruler of the blessed dynasty, the robust and fearsome, Draco. "

The more she clung to it, the deeper she sank into confusion. “Rhian,” Damon finally broke the silence, his voice low, almost pained. “You deserve to know everything. Not just about your father. Not just about Villareal. About me.” Her heart skipped. She didn’t answer, but she didn’t walk away either. Damon drew a sharp breath, his eyes glinting in the dim streetlight. “I wasn’t just your husband, Rhian. I wasn’t just a businessman. I was—no, I am—a king.” His lips curled bitterly. “A king of the underworld. The one people whisper about, the one they fear but never dare to face. Every bad deed I’ve committed, I’ve paid back in blood. I built my empire with power and fear. And your father… yo

I know that he was trying to control his anger because he is bricking his eyes, from his Lycan to his normal eye which scares me. "What is wrong with you?" His mom yelled. "My king!! " My king…… you okay," the elderly men and Liam walked up to him in a flash. I backed away from him as he slowly glimpsed at me. "My king! As in he is the king…….. The king of the whole supernatural realm," my heart sank inside my stomach. What relationship did I have with a king? I just want to live a normal life without any stress, why found myself amidst the royal ranks? Am I really brought into existence to suffer or dwell in pain forever?

“Helion.” He said simply. Once again, my eyes lit up in horror. This was Helion. I was standing in the presence of the most powerful King to ever live, at least that was what I was told. I had heard so many stories about him and his abilities. He was so powerful, he was referred to as the Prince of Hell. “You're…” I couldn't bring myself to say the words. “The Prince of Hell, correct again Leiya.” He flashed me a sinister grin and his pupils glistened in bright red. The hairs on the back of my neck stood erect. If all the stories I read about him were true, he could snap my neck and not even have to move.

In the Dark Realm "My king, you called for me," Belial said, materializing from a cloud of black smoke. Belial, the demon king’s right hand. A creature who could make the undead dance on his fingertips if he willed it. His power, second only to King Victor himself. Victor lounged lazily on his dark throne, chin resting against one hand. "Follow the dispatched Aamons near the no-man’s border," he commanded. "We’re close to finding her. Jolene."