The Demonic King Who Chases His Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

"His majesty is one of the oldest unmated vampires in the realm. Do you really think he's even searching for his mate?" "What creature wouldn't?" The second one sighed as though tired of the first one's questions. "And a king at that. He needs an heir. Of course he's searching for his mate. And even if he weren't, what business is it of ours?" She snapped. "Hush now before someone hears us. I have a husband and two children that I love." "You don't have to be so cruel. Not everyone has found their mate, Sophia." Maria staggered away from the wall, done listening to their conversation.

She followed closely, it was a dead-end, and the thief looked left and right a little hastily. "Don't run, return the things to others, and you can still be sentenced..." Chloe bent over, "Fortunately, this dead-end has blocked the thief, otherwise it will be paid. She has to run for a while. She really doesn't want to have a super marathon on such a mourning day." Suddenly a ray of cold light appeared in the darkness, and the thief suddenly changed his complexion and revealed a fierce light. He opened the dagger in his hand and said, "bithch!! Fuck your mother hell!"

I saw the men nodding in agreement to his question. "The Lycan king, Demetrius. We have his mate in our captive; his children escaped here with their warlord. Soon, we will be faced with some challenges. I want us to be ready for this. And I want no one to disturb Annabelle; she needs all the rest she can get now." "What do we do to the King's wife?" another man asked. "Make sure she does not escape. She is a sneaky witch, so pay more attention to her, or you would be dead in her place. Annabelle asked for her to be fed; who is in charge of that?"

The curse that lingered within her soul mirrored the torment of his own existence, creating an unspoken kinship that transcended the boundaries of their disparate worlds. Drawn by an inexplicable force, the unnamed princess found herself in the heart of the demon realm. The Alpha Demon King, his gaze as penetrating as the moon's glow, beheld her with a mixture of wariness and curiosity. In the presence of this unnamed princess, a paradox of purity and darkness, the Alpha Demon King's stoic exterior began to crack.

If only I was a bit taller. “I can’t believe you’ve come here and asked for the last piece of the stone to protect her offspring!” The king’s jaw clenched, and then his eyes darkened. “A demon’s child!” “She wasn’t just hers,” the woman argued, slightly raising her voice. “She was also Alaric’s. And if you really cared for Alaric—” The king yanked his hands away from hers. “Don’t you talk about Alaric!” He growled.

All the demons gathered, they wondered why they were all called to the palace, was the king finally back from his self imposed exile. Phidius stood in front of them to address them. "Demons of Hades, you must be wondering why I have called you all here. It is because something very important has happened. Before the king went on exile, he told me about something. He told me that he has a son in the human kingdom. A son born by a human woman." There was a huge uproar among the vampires. "What! A demon impregnated a human. How can that be?"

The king's darker skin complexion and long dark hair made him appear more regal, while Magnus's lighter skin shade reminded me of his angelic past. "Basilea had reminded me that she's a demon succubus and needed more beings to feed on sexually. She had the privilege to do so under her previous king. So I wanted you to give yourself to her when she wants you to." There was no hesitation in his words as if demanding one of his higher rank generals to fuck his demon succubus sex slave was an everyday chore for the guy. I can't help myself to smile on the inside, thinking king Armand is such an enigma. He knows that I can easily seduce his general but he instructed the man instead. Men.

The King clamored roiled, sending them flying against the wall with a furious wave of his hand. They groaned out as their backs contact with the wall. The king reached his hand out, as if grabbing someone and a woman appeared, her neck gripped tightly by his fingers turning claws as they stabbed through her neck. "No, not my mother!" "You demons are so weak, your master is nothing but opprobrious and pity, turning you into milk-and-water" the king hollered and he tightened his grip and with a snap, he let her body drop on the floor dead, her body slowly turning into dust and flee across the room.

“I just love demon gossip.“ We all came to an abrupt stop as a vampire woman appeared in front of us. She had long, flowing blonde hair, wore a red dress matching her lips and nails, and stilettos that looked lethal. Though her fangs were hidden, her presence screamed seduction, danger, and allure. I instantly wanted to become her friend, to get her to trust me. This effect from vampires was insane. “Credence,” Rhazien greeted her, stepping forward to take her hand. He kissed it and twirled her gracefully, showing her off. “This is my wife.” Credence’s eyes roamed over us before finally landing on me, sizing me up like she found me interesting. Like a pet. “Credence, this is my friend Samael

He said so calmly but his eyes, they were darker in rage. "Look…this…this is the way he talks to me." She threw her upper limbs in the air. Looking at her, I said, "Mumma let me talk." Then I turned back to face him only to find his full attention on me. My eyes noticed how he is carrying himself. His gait screams power. With high-end brands, his appearance shows his richness. Behind him were his bodyguards. He is not my Aslan whom I loved. This is Mr. Aslan Wali, the business tycoon. A man who mistreats his wife. Who has affair outside his spouse? He never had feelings for me.