The Great Demon King Novels & Stories

I smirked while playing with my scythe, eyeing him intently. He is Warrick, the King of the Demon Kingdom, who was blessed directly by the Demon God and undefeated for centuries. He had killed and slave humans while taking advantage of their weaknesses. This demon should be punished. Then, King Desmond and Vladimir—the fake King of the witches, joined the giant demon. I smirked as I read King Desmond's and Vladimir's mind. Vladimir said, 'Tsk. This girl is weak.' "Don't underestimate me, Vladimir," I said but didn't look at him and he was dumbfounded.

And now that egg was still under examination by their side because its form had begun to take shape. “I do not blame you for the defeat in the northern continent. Everything has unfolded as I anticipated, and it all remains within my plan.” The demon king spoke, breaking the silence in the hall. “Thank you, king,” said the bull general joyfully, hearing that the demon king was not angry with him.

As the door slowly creaked open, Leon’s eyes immediately locked onto Zalethos Blackwood, seated on a raised throne at the far end of the room. Zalethos Blackwood, the Demon King, exuded an aura of authority that seemed to fill the entire room. His jet-black eyes were like bottomless abysses, cold and commanding, while the sharpness of his gaze radiated an overwhelming pressure. He wore a regal robe of deep purple, edged with gold, and every movement he made imbued with a sense of solemn dignity.

I said. “Yes it is, now I actually feel like a king,” he said and I chuckled. He is right though, it didn’t seem he was a king before. We got to the fence, and it left me surprised by how big this place is. Obviously, the demon kingdom has so much land to offer because wow, this is mind blowing, so many spaces and the palace is so beautiful and adorn with riches. The demons are obviously a wealthy nation.

Heavy flames came out from the cracks, these cracks kept widening releasing even more fire. All this fire was collected in front of the tiger king, which started taking the shape of a demonic tiger. It looked like a flaming tiger but two demonic horns could be seen coming out from its head. The two flaming tails behind him made it look even more mysterious. It stared at Tensha as two large fangs could be seen protruding from its mouth. "He finally used it, his strongest skill. I guess that guy is already dead now and here I was hoping to get an opportunity to fight him." Skeleton king said as he looked disappointed.

Alas, the chains were too strong and showed no signs of breaking. “Hubby! I’m here to save you!” Seeing this, Luna rushed over. However, she had just run a few steps when a huge figure blocked her way, as dark as ink. It was an unimaginably powerful demon. His strength made Luna tremble involuntarily. It was the King of Demons, Satan! Looking closely, Satan’s feet were not on the ground but floating in mid-air. His eyes emitted a faint light, and just one glance was enough to terrify people and make them lose their minds.

It grumbled and although her heart skipped a beat, she remembered Alex had kept the Kingdom in her hands, and therefore, protecting it was now left to her. Rising from the bed, she stared at this monstrous-looking demon. "Who are you?" She asked the monster which let out a deep breath, releasing a huge patch of smoke from its nostrils. "I am the King of darkness, of destruction, and of death. I am the ruler of hell, an eternal torturer and my name is Sathanas." His deep voice rumbled and she wondered how the guards in the corridor didn't hear it. "Sathanas? What are you doing here? Obviously, here doesn't look like hell, which means you can't rule here."

The demon king was surprisingly considerate. “I’ll just hope that my next son isn’t as soft hearted as Caiden is and he doesn’t fall in love with a human,” the demon kind said and raised his arm. “I will go now. I will come visit you in a year if you don’t succeed.” “Thank you for assistance,” Clara replied sincerely. “Goodbye.” “Goodbye, Clara Kennedy,” the demon king said and disappeared. Clara immediately crossed the length of her room and sat down at her computer. She didn’t have a full idea of the scale of independent coffee shops in London and knew she was going to need to do some research.

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.

“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.