Paimon King Of Hell 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.

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

Just then a golden crescent-shaped moon mark flickered across his forehead. My breath caught again. “What was that?” Warner glanced toward the door. “Keep your voice low. He is not someone we can afford to offend.” My eyes widened. “Who is this? Do you know him?” Warner carefully parted the Lycan’s locked jaws and dripped three drops of the potion into his mouth. “If I remember correctly…” He hesitated. “The person lying in front of us is none other than the Lycan King of the Lycan Kingdom.”

Behind him, Gamma Kaelen stood at attention, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the strategy table. "The High Council is in a frenzy, Prince," Kaelen reported, his usual steady voice carrying an unusual strain. “The entire capital is whispering. The Lycan King’s monthly Berserk phase ended almost as soon as it began. He broke his celestial steel chains under the Pink Moon, fell eerily silent, then vanished across the human border… and somehow, he’s calm.” Bellamy didn't turn around. He knew exactly what the three factions were doing in the shadows.

she pleads. “We have to take our King with us Minzy,” Justice says quietly. Another predicament Minzy was not ready to discuss but it still spill out of her lips, “He’s human.” Luna Puer Pack’s King is a human. Bitterly, she mutters, “Did the Moon God hate us? Is this the punishment sent down by the Moon God for the sins of our ancestors?” “He is human.” Victor confirms, “But he is also our King.”

The King said as he smiled at Hela. "My name is Hela, I have come forth because my human is not coping." She said. "There are a lot of stories that you need to know. Please, I ask that you keep an open mind to all that has happened. My human is worried blame will land on the wrong people." "My little pup." Came a harsh voice from the king. His eyes were also purple. "You may be a child of my bloodline, but I take orders from none." "Not even the direct descendant of the moon Goddess?" Hela growled and the King's eyes widened and returned to Green.

"We don't but we need human emotions to function. Unlike us, my King gets his energy from Hell. Punishing the corrupted soul is what keeps him alive." I gaped, "So he didn't leave my side at all?" "Not even for a second Miss Talia" ***

6 days later Capital Daemonum Regnum, Demon Kingdom It was a cold - icy dark night, the moon was as grand and bright as ever, the storm petrels, Hydrobatidaes were on their nests, there was no omen of death; the waters were frozen, everything was engulfed with fresh snow. Something freakish was seen among all — two figures stared vacantly at the Demon King villa from quite a far unascertained distance, standing on a cliff. One of them said to the other in a vulgar tone, " So... What? ... We the strongest fighters from the whole Human Empire are sent here to defeat a lousy, bastard Demon King on this cold night — it is snowing also, are they considering us rapscallions? What fiddlesticks! " T

I asked Elder Morgana. Damon interrupted her as she was about to speak. “Listen, everyone. I don't care who you are or what you are. I am the only one with the title of a king here. I am not just the alpha of a pack alone. I am the alpha king, and I demand total respect from all of you. It's one kingdom and I lead everyone!”

"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?"