The Another World Demon King's Successor Novels & Stories

I asked. Donae nodded. “Remember the Demon that gave the king the orb. I want to track him down.” she said. Well that was a lot. “So, how can I help you? Going to the Nether world is dangerous.” “I can't exactly pop there. I don't even know where the opening is. Yomen just happened to stumble on the grave of the old king.” I sat on the desk. “Why didn't the demon come back for his orb,” I asked. “Well, probably because it is not his anymore. The orb belongs to whoever wields it.” she replied.

"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.

He’d nearly returned to the public area of the lair when he rounded a corner to discover the large demon with long black hair standing in the center of the corridor. Lycan King. The demon was still wearing his gaudy crimson robe, and his expression remained arrogant, but Kain caught a whiff of fear coming from the male. As if Lycan King was worrying about the success of his daring plan. He should be worried. Once King Edward realized he’d been betrayed, he was going to go apeshit. And when a pureblood demon went apeshit, bad things happened. Earthquakes. Molten fire. End of the world.

velliam can easily see through his mind in demon dimensions. king was thinking about her daughter and all those memories. now king is clam and he close his eyes king:- I was terrible man, I think to sell my daughter for my throne and I was failed in ruling too. power is monster it make one too. maybe I am same as you I lost think what dear to me, my daughter, peace, happiness and true me. I was become salve than ruler. I let the demon take over me and now I realize I was living in lie. now I understand death is truth. please don't kill my daughter and tell her that I am sorry for hurting her. please tell her as my last wish I know I don't deserve that

The Beast King resembled the demon from the memory of their ancestor from the Book of Oath to a frightening degree. It could be no coincidence. Both the King and the princess looked like their ancestors who signed the Oath. What could it mean? Perhaps they were indeed the destined pair for sacrifice... The King’s eyes were golden, a trait of Royal Beats but now that he wasn’t hiding his demon shadow, all the witches here could tell he was a half-demon. He was the descendant of both, the beast who signed the pledge and the demon who signed the pledge. Most of all it meant, as the King was likely from that demon’s descendants, which will mean he was the only one who can close the doors to the

The flames quenched from her hand and she continued, "The parallel world is controlled by the king, my father, his name is Colic and he is the most powerful sorcerer ever. He rules and makes everyone in the parallel world his subordinate and slave. No one stands a chance against him and so no one ever challenged his laws and dealings. He betrothed me to a powerful demon in his council who had helped to keep the people loyal to Colic. This demon does not take human form like everyone in my world, he's an ugly old bitch with a pig's head. I'm never getting married to the such monster so I ran a day before my wedding. I was able to create a path to this world and escaped down here where they wo

And of course this is a very serious thought that I have to act on because after all it is absolutely impossible for me to remain silent in dealing with this problem. "I think it makes sense, the demon king is the most terrifying figure in this world and the devil is the figure most said to be an undeserving figure in this world who has even directly opposed God. The devil was the first creature created by God before us or other nations, so it would be very natural to have such enormous power and even be able to solve anything in this world very easily. Remember, he is a demon king, he is not just any Englishman or even a commander and so on. It is certain that a demon king will be much dead

“YOU SUMMONED ME." I froze, my words dying in my throat as I slowly looked up. My eyes widened at the towering figure before me–skin red as coal and burning with fire that radiated heat even from afar. Seated atop a jagged obsidian throne that hadn't been there moments ago, was Thrakos. The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile.

"I am your king. Stand down!" "You are not our king. Not anymore," one of the demons spat. "We serve the Legion now." "You can still go back. You can join me." "We'd rather kill you, Demon King. You abandoned us!" the demon yelled. "And your weak. In your condition you won't stand a chance." The demons advanced. Shit, they were fully demonic and he was already fatigued and wounded from fighting his way into the keep. Have to protect Victoria.

Her fear was the only thing that calmed the demon in me and now that she was gone, it was looking for a new vessel filled with fear. "Please, have her body buried before the next full moon," he trembled but his fear wasn't genuine, it was faint and unappetizing. However, it was enough to calm the demon in me for a while. "And what if I don't want to bury her? You see, she has a lot of darkness lingering in her body. And it calms me every time, if I'm to bury her then you must take over her place. And that place of hers is not very comfortable to be," I taunted him and he oozed out more fear from him.