The Great Demon King Novels & Stories

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

What a hybrid of a being The King is! "Yeah...His father was a Demon-Wolf, A large on at that! Too large from what I've heard. Making Bahm half Dark Wizard and half Demon-Wolf." He brings the fluffy covers over our heads. Sleep taking him over as we've talked for an extremely long time. I think I'm starting to see the sky turning blue.

There had been worse rulers. And really, how would I do that? Imagine a half-demon in his true form appearing in front of the palace, scratching the back of his head with his tail, and yelling, “Hey, King, come out and fight me! Oh, and you’d better take your relatives with you!” And Rudolph would run out of the gates, his family in tow, trying to ram me with Abigail’s head, followed by Andre wielding Ruthina in the same way. I would cast hexes on all of them, while we are at it, and sit on the empty throne. People would applaud me, “Hurrah to the demons!" half-demons, excuse me, and the servitors and thralls of the Bright Saint would look upon all that and weep tears of emotion. What if I r

The man stepped out of the darkness and into the light. Arabella jerked her head up to look at him. Blood red eyes stared back at her. She hitched a breath, a shocked gasp escaped her lips. He was a demon! He was a freaking demon! He corked his head to the side as he looked at her. "I see you do not recognize me nor my voice. Perhaps it is because we have never met." Arabella swallowed hard. The demon in front of her was an elderly one, who reminded her of her master's father, the demon king.

A giant demon with horns, forked tails, black wings, and long claws descended from the moon. "And what is that grotesque creature with a terrifying smile?" Alexander wondered. "That is the demon king Beelzebub, King Bartholomeo defeated him before establishing our kingdom. From what I have heard, that being has omnipotent power. It took almost 12 stabs in his heart before he died!" said Leomord. "And it's amazing what can Prince Arthur revive from death.

It's a good thing, right? Dominic elbows his third in command to shut him up. Jippies turns his head at him. "It's not just a good thing. But a great thing! This is great news!" I was confused as well then Saye rose off the ground. "No one in the Demon Realm can do that except the first Demon King, but he died more than a thousand years ago. Not even Lord Ruvik or Demir has that sort of ability." I never knew such a thing existed.

Queen Amira knelt behind me, clutching her glowing staff while struggling to keep a fading shield above her head. “Adolfa!” she cried, reaching for me. “I am fine,” I lied, forcing myself to stand. “Just stay behind me.” But before we could move, a deep voice rolled across the air like thunder hitting metal. “SPIRIT WORLD… I HAVE RETURNED.” Everyone froze. Every demon bowed. And a giant black shape pushed farther through the crack in the sky. It was Hades, the Demon King.

I asked. His face hardened and his eyes darkened, as if he did not like the idea, “Every world has a leader, just like every pack has an Alpha. The underworld has its king too.” “A King? Like the devil with the horns?” He hummed, “We don’t call him that there. It is something the humans created. We call him the Demon King.” “Oh, I see. So…are you like, going to make a deal with him?” He sighed, “Unfortunately, I have to. He has the power to do what I explained earlier.”

He remembered trying to kill the King… No, he wasn't the king. He was a demon. A forbidden entity that will bring about the doom of their Great Nation. He couldn’t bear that a heretic was masquerading as the King! He must have dabbled in dark arts to be possessed by this creature. The Knight couldn’t stomach how the blood-thirsty King was deprived to stoop this low. That horrific monster he had seen on the night of escape must be his doing too. But that wasn’t a priority right now, he needed to bring the Princess back to her senses and get out of here before that demon returned. If he was awake there was no way he could kill the King.

Cakil asked curiously. "You don't need to know, just prepare troops for me!" “Ohh alright alright, should I inform the other Demon Lords? They will definitely be willing to serve Your Majesty.” Cakil offers additional troops to make it look serious. This Cakil is one of the ancient Demon Lords, but his strength is still far below the Dark King who can be said to have just become a Demon King. "No need! When I tell you again, you should be prepared." The king of darkness just left.