The Demon Heir Novels & Stories

The search for his father required lots of time and resources, and what more does a demon who happens to be the sole heir to the business empire belonging to the famed Lascivus Läwst have than lots of time and money? After several fortuitous encounters, he understands that a demon of his father’s caliber cannot be found if he doesn’t want to be found. Still, his desire to succeed does not falter in the slightest. This desire is what keeps him going- it makes him tick. It is the reason he has captured Llearht, a demon he summoned to Earth. Today is not the first time he is summoning a demon, but this time, things are different. This time, he managed to summon a demon of Lust.

“Well, you can see for yourself. It is indeed the Demon God’s sword, and this boy is indeed the true heir to the Demon God—which is why I’ve never wanted to start a succession struggle in the Demon Realm!” replied the Empress calmly, then moved behind Long Chen. Forming a seal with her hands, the Empress began transferring her demonic energy into Long Chen’s body.

Darius said, easily resisting my drugged struggles. The Demon closed his eyes and inhaled. “Their kind really are like catnip to us.” “She is half Demon, Hades, and will be easier to breed a child upon than her mother,” Darius said as I looked at the Demon who was examining me. Hades’ horns curved upward like a steer's, coming to sharp points. “Let me see her,” he said, reaching out for me.

"You forget that God has nothing to do with this. The devil, however, is very present, and he will do as he pleases, just as you wanted. So, I suggest you shut up and take it all, baby." I can't help but take pride in the way Lily's makeup runs down her face, black streaks painting her cheeks as if she's been crying for days. She's picture fucking perfect, and I look forward to more nights like this. Never in a million years did I think I would ever have this angel in my life. I knew what I wanted and what I would do to make it happen, but for a while, I thought I would have to let her go. I didn't think she would ever forgive me, but she did, and now, she's mine. Who knew that all it took w

Both he and the hero were currently stranded on an island encircled on all sides by water. Alfred felt as though he had already put one foot in his coffin in comparison to Dior. He was most familiar with the strength and habits of a demon—bloodthirsty, effective in both magic and his fleshly form. He was compelled to study innumerable works of literature about demons, as though the empire wanted to ensure that no one overlooked the anomaly that was the demon race. That's why he recognized the gravity of the situation—a demon with a domain wasn't easy to deal with!

He didn't know what the old Lord wanted to use the girl for, but he could only guess that the old man needed a virgin or something for one of his numerous sacrifices. It wasn't unheard of for the Silver Falcon to dabble in dark magic or even more. He had a massive following of deranged fanatics who were always making pilgrimage to his temple every year. Even more with the plague. "Yes! Yes! I would. Bring her to me." He said and Rhaegal signalled to one of his men. As they inched closer he gave them specific instructions and they scurried off towards the tent that held all their loot. "Do tell, is there a specific reason why you want her? I mean... Your instructions were so strange."

Rain opened the huge mahogany doors with all her strength and in stepped my grandmother, Cecelia Von Speltsper. Lady Cecelia, or grapy, as I liked to call my grandmother, was the woman who found me. She said she had been out riding when a ray of light fell from the sky and there I was. I don’t know if that story was true or if it was made up to cover my origin as a hybrid, but she was the one who discovered I had the mark of a phoenix on my back and that I was to be the next Demon King. Lady Cecelia was King at the time and none of her five sons and two daughters had the mark.

Back when he told me that, I thought he was just making it up to pressure me into taking over the sanctum. I still remembered the way he used to tap my forehead, half-annoyed. "You're not even on the list. The master chose his heir long before you were born. It's a very special and gifted boy." Could that heir be Max? I didn't waste time. I grabbed my needles again, adjusted the placements, and began breaking the spell. Half an hour passed. It should've worked by now. But he still didn't wake up, and I couldn't hear a heartbeat either.

The scent of rust fills my nose. I hear chains rattling somewhere nearby. Voices echo around me. Too far away to understand. Too distorted to recognize. I try to move. My body refuses. Panic begins to creep into my chest. A familiar scent reaches me. Pine. Rain. Forest. Lyall. Relief floods through me. He is here. Somewhere close. I try to call out to him. Nothing comes out. Then another scent appears. One that I cannot identify. It wraps around me like smoke.

She gasped, curling into herself. "As do you." Rage flared in my chest, burning away my fear. "Don't touch her!" I lunged at him, my nails extended like claws. One of the soldiers caught me easily, thick arms clamping around my waist. I thrashed wildly, kicking and biting, but it was like fighting a stone wall. Lord Edric chuckled, the sound of it infuriating me even more. "Spirit. I like that. The demon prefers his sacrifices... lively." "The demon can rot in hell!" I spat.