Rise Of The Demon God Novels & Stories

God, is the existence of the high and mighty, overlooking the multitude of beings every move, but now, the souldevouring demonic flower swept the human world, wars all over the world, corpses everywhere, why, there is no God to save all beings . "Haha!" Xiao Dust tilted his head and laughed, his long hair fluttering behind his shoulders as he coldly said, "God? What is a god? Shouldn't a god bless all beings? But why, why is everyone dead? God can't even protect himself, what qualifications does he have to call himself a god in front of mortals!"

her eyes were fierce and challenging and this was the very first time Nicklaus had seen her in such a mood… He took a deep breath before telling her everything.. “Thousands years ago I almost wiped out humanity because I felt the need for more power and also wanted to rule over every single being in the terrestrial planet And due to things that I did I accidentally broke the gates of Tartarus, thus Demons were released into the world and almost laying waste to mankind just like I've always wanted but of course I only wanted all the powers for myself so I took on the demons and laid waste to them all and also sealed the Demon back in Tartarus with the help of a moon goddess and the guardian.

It was like he had just gotten a delicious meal. "I... I... Asura. The great general of the demons. You can call me a Rakshasa whose level is above other Rakshasa. My level is equal to that of the Gods. And I am very grateful to you for breaking this stone seal." Asura repeatedly patted the black stone he was sitting on. "Asura? You mean you're a demon?" Arya Santanu had heard stories of demons fighting with the Gods, but he didn't expect to meet one of them.

"O' mighty Blood God, I come to you with this carnal offering. I ask of you to grant me the strength to unleash a massacre on the people, to bring you new followers." The prayer ended, and all the blood around the figure flowed backward into the central pool, condensing on the figure. Very soon, a demon around eight meters tall appeared. It had the same gigantic horns on its head, and its body was covered in bloody armor as it wielded a huge bloody axe with a murderous expression.

Damon never talked much; that’s why Raf realized the situation was serious. “But how?” Raf asked, because even now it was hard to digest. “You have your demon from the start. It was in a dormant state, but whatever happened today resulted in his awakening. Hector was kicked out, but he is the God of his world. From the start, he knew you are the future King of the entire supernatural world,” Damon stated.

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.

She immediately withdrew her hands from his, making his gaze harden a little. "Are you aware you are now stuck with me?" His voice was cold and alluring at the same time. She could only stare at him and swallow. "So, you better get used to me," he added. "But... you are a demon," Esteria managed to say. The two were on the large bed with a little distance between them. "I am El-Kharis and also not an ordinary demon. I am a Demon God of Thunder, Esteria," he said, dragging out the last word.

"Maybe crossing worlds awakened some hidden ability. Do not worry. As long as I have something to eat, you will not be in danger." We had barely rested since arriving in this world, and that night I lay in bed recalling everything I knew about the original novel. The Demon King was named Lucien Desrosiers. He was tall, powerful, and cursed in childhood by the holy orders. On the fifteenth of every month, the lust-curse devoured him. If he did not use a hundred women to ease it, his own power would tear him apart. Poor man. Fortunately, he had met me. Otherwise, his curse would never have been solved.

“you are a demon of royal heritage; Descendant of the great goddess of chaos and misfortune and next in line for the role of godhood. which makes your mom the queen of disaster. I, Zeiran, have been chosen to protect you on your journey to unravel your destiny and function as one of the very elements that balance the very scales of reality. Being young, your powers were sealed off as you were born a mortal even though by the blessing of the goddess, you were a demon. Your demon side along side your chaos side ravaged within you; as to explain the series of misfortunes that occurred in your life every now and then, waiting for a sign of weakness; like when you lost control and almost killed y

After all, I ran away from home to be exposed before I returned to Mom's cage. "Come here," he ordered. Like a robot being controlled with a remote, I took one step after another until I was just an inch away from him. I felt so small, standing this close to him. How can he be sexy and tall at the same time? I won't say he's God's favourite because he has so much blood on his hands. Demon was created by the devil. "Touch me, Papillon," he said softly, a dangerous softness that slid right under my skin. "I want your hands on me."