روايات وقصص ضمن Tales Of Demon God

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

Simply put, the Old Realm is a giant prison set up by the New Gods, and all creatures that rebel against the New Gods are exiled to the Old Realm, where all creatures are collectively known as Demons and believe in the Old Gods, who were also exiled to the Old Realm. For thousands of years, only one archmage managed to enter the Old Realm and return, writing a series of books that combined his personal experiences as a reference for the study of demons. However, most people considered his books to be whimsical fantasy novels, because the experience of "I'm a weak magician, but I'm being pursued by a beautiful chimera, what should I do?" is too ridiculous! And no one has ever seen a demon wit

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

Soheila and Theodore started walking and they followed them. "Aziel, tell me something about the Inner Realm." Soheila pinched Theodore's arm lightly. Theodore smiled at her. "The Inner Realm is where the Demon God lives." Soheila's eyebrow raised. "I thought all the Gods had died from the Great War before. What do you mean by that, Aziel?" "The Demon God did not join the war between humans and Gods before. He was hidden somewhere at that time." "Big brother Theodore, why did all the Gods disappear?" Hannah asked.

Because of which multiple and brutal battles were fought between Gods and Demons for a number of times which no one has exactly Idea of because now and then the Gods and Demons used to fight for power because both sides were hungry for power as even though Gods had more power than Demons but still they wanted to take the control of whole universe which Demon's never wanted to happen because if that might happen then the Gods will going to totally demolish the existence of the Demons means there will be no evil powers across the whole universe which Demons never wanted, so they created a very powerful book which they named “Gusfandon”, which was made out of the ashes of the supreme of the dem

I can’t see the whole title, but it is about gods and deities. ”I didn’t know you were interested in those kind of books, I thought you only love history books because that’s what I always saw you were reading.” I said to her still looking at the book. Weird. I don’t like that kind of book, but I think I wanna read them because of my weird dreams. A figment scattered dreams of mine that felt like true. I saw green eyes of a man and woman whose blurry in my dream, then I heard about god of I don’t know.

“I am favourite of Demon Lord Basille, one of the nine overlords in the Demon Realm…how do you think I am expected to behave for him?” Batton remained silent, his jaw muscles ticking as he grit his teeth, his eyes blazing with that golden sheen. Kat tilted her head at him with a cocky little smirk. “You don’t even know my demon form…don’t be too hasty, General.” Batton lifted his head a little at that, a look of bewilderment and awe coming into his expression as he couldn’t help but wonder just how dangerous this provocative little demon was. “So the restraints stay on then…” He muttered looking at her darkly, his eyes narrowing. “Can you tell me the answer to one question?”

“Do you want me to teach you something, then? There are a few rituals...like a blood tornado or the black plague. Have you ever heard of them?” I hadn’t. But a demon... On the other hand, so what if he is? What should I do—sit around and wait, like a fairytale princess in a tower? No dice. And then, it’s not like I was forced to ever use them. “Or do you want something even better? As a half-demon, you can walk between the worlds, just like me.” Now that piqued my interest. Argadon, who was well-informed about my turmoil, grinned. He pushed the tied assassin away with his foot, paralyzed him so he wouldn’t flee, and started to draft something right on the floor, using his nail. A fiery trail

He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise. "What kind of witch are you? Can you not read?" My cheeks heat up more, but now from anger. "I can read!" "Really." He flips the book shut before leafing through the first few introductory pages. "'Demonology'." "What?!" I rip the book out of his hands. My eyes land on the first few paragraphs underneath the introduction. 'Demonology: How To Trap, Capture, and Keep Your Demon. A How To Guide On All Things Demon Related. Magic, Curses, and Keeping Your Demon From Magical Outbursts'.

Kane was already on his feet, sword in hand, snarling as he planted himself between her and the widening rift in the Grand Stone. From within its depths, something moved. A hand - black as the void, etched with burning runes of crimson and gold - tore through the opening, gripping the jagged edges of the stone as if climbing out of a grave. Then, it emerged. The Demon God. It was neither fully corporeal nor entirely shadow, its form shifting between muscle and smoke. Black tendrils of darkness coiled from its shoulders like twisting serpents, writhing through the air as its glowing red eyes fixed on the room.