Rimuru Demon Lords Novels & Stories

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.

she replied. " Oh" I said. " How then can you help me?" That's my ultmost concern. " Well first, you have to know that the one you want to war against is not an ordinary wolf. He's a true demon...." She paused looking at me. " Who doesn't know that" I said casually. " Well he doesn't seem to have a grudge with you" she said. " I do have a grudge with him and it's a big one" I said angrily.

INAUDIBLE murmuring filled the dome that seemed like it would never end. It was coming from the demons surrounding the round platform where the higher demons of the clan would sit. Five prime seats stood up in the very middle of the platform that had distinct styles and colors based on the higher gods’ personalities who owned them.

Inuharu looked at his sister "better?" Inuharu asked, though the look on Kir’s face said she wanted me to say more. "Alright, nice to meet all of you, but you still haven't answered any of my questions." The man pointed out to me. "There isn't much explaining that can be done, what you saw explains itself." Inuharu stubbornly pointed out, as he didn’t wish to tell this man anything else about his baby sister. "It's pretty simple, I'm a princess and a demon. Just as Roo is a prince and a wolf, Kilo and Kaoru are twin heirs and wolves, and Moose is a lord's son and a dragon."

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Within the Dawnward realm, the most formidable beings among the deities held the title of Lords, with the Supreme God reigning supreme above all. Throughout the annals of history, these lords had emerged, surpassing mortal limitations to rule over humanity. These lords regarded ordinary humans as mere ants, committing heinous acts without remorse. One particularly infamous lord had even massacred an entire family to seize a woman he desired. Under the perpetual threat of these lords, fear enveloped the people of the Dawnward. Then, a mysterious figure from Salmasian emerged, swiftly vanquishing 12 malevolent lords and 24 of their followers, sending shockwaves throughout the Dawnward realm.

As Jo stepped outside the chamber, it was filled to the brim. The higher demons, warlords and lords with curling horns, slit-pupil eyes, and ceremonial robes. The strongest classed demons and their leader, the plague demons, veiled in disease-mist. Lady Bellamira, the demoness of mirrors, with silver glass for skin. Group of Aamon, the smart class whose wings had once eclipsed a battlefield. And a lot more than Jo could remember. Jo’s sisters were seated in the front row, each one more perfect and poised than the last.

But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck stand on end. The daughter was also exquisite, much like her mother and they both have the same hair color and texture. Her brown and wavy hair is swept excellently on her shoulders, and her ocean blue eyes seem very vast and virtuous, and her face resembles an angel. Her fine, crimson lips were curved in a crooked smile that cheers you up just by taking a close look at it.

Luna shouted while she approached, “Your name is Andrius Moonshade. You’re the Wolf King of Florence. You fought bravely for Florence, protecting it from harm...” Luna recounted Andrius’ past achievements and their memories, hoping to awaken him with her words. On the throne on the island, the little girl watched the scene of Luna approaching Andrius with a crystal ball. “Ignorant! Ridiculous! Foolish!” The little girl scoffed at Luna’s actions. “The Demon Lord is one of the most powerful beings in the world. He forgot the mortal world and is devoid of emotions. There’s only one thing in his mind—endless slaughter and destruction.