The Great Demon King Novels & Stories

Chaska grinned slightly and approached the demon sitting on the couch next to my father. "Uncle Boyan, it's been ages since I've seen you," Chaska said happily and the attractive male smiled, his orange eyes twinkling as he accepted his nephew's hug in greeting. I noticed Grace watching the large demon. He was big and tall with large curling black horns and thick forked tail. His thick dark hair was full of waves. "Boyan is next in line for Drorzon's crown," my father informed Grace and I. I neared Grace and grinned.

♱ ⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅ ♱ There were many stories within the world of the novel that I read. Among the various stories, there was one that told about the first love of the demon king. The king of all monsters and the one who brought about the destruction of peace and balance. The one who caused the chaos. Particularly, this was always my favorite story. The one that told in the sweetest way how Callisto - the king of the entire underworld and lower plane - fell madly in love with the purest being ever created.

He could only tell that Evelyn, the new queen he had summoned, was showing a subtle sense of vulnerability at the moment. This puzzled Baymont. "The name of the Demon King," Evelyn said suddenly, "I want to know the name of the Demon King." "His Majesty, the Demon King, is the only Demon who has ever awakened the bloodline of the Old Gods; his name is the name of the Old Gods, and no one may call the Gods by their first names." Baymont paused for a moment and told her, "But the projection of His Majesty's consciousness in the human world is called Irzey.

All the fear spreading in this room carried a bad feeling about the catastrophe that might happen in the future. After all, the Lithonia ancestors strongly opposed any form of cooperation with demons, whatever the reason. For thousands of years the devil has been the main enemy of mankind and the Great Gods have fought against demons and locked them in the bowels of the earth and the only devil who has managed to get out of that cage is the demon king, Diavolos. King Roderick seemed to understand their restlessness, because in the history of Lithonia there had been several battles with demons. The only one who can suppress their tremendous power is the king of Lithonia as the owner of divine

Split. And from that dark—a figure emerged. Not stepped. Rose. Like the ground itself had offered him up. Tall. Sharply dressed. A smirk carved into lips too pretty for the hell he carried behind his eyes. The Demon King. My grandfather. “I felt a pulse so powerful it cracked the barrier between realms,” he said, voice like silk over ash. “So I came to see what had dared to wake the dead.” I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Just stared him down while my beast curled tight beneath my skin.

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

Luka told his father. “Tell me, what does this prophecy of yours say exactly?” Collin asked the fairy king. “A king shall be born, he will be born of a werewolf, he shall possess powers beyond recognition, his purpose will be to bring together all the supernatural so that peace will rain once again among my children. He shall be known as The Demon King.” The fairy king said the prophecy like he was reading it from the book of prophecies.

She trembled, "What is this insane power? How can you catch my magic mid-air and not get killed by it?" She fell back as my full demon form loomed over her, I snickered, "If there's anything, you should know who I am. I am the Demon King, only surviving son of Satan and wrath is my power." I easily swept her magic off as if they were dust particles. Her whips and runes were powerless against me

We alighted when we got to the demon king's castle and went in, heading to the palace. After what seemed like an eternity, we got to the door of the Supreme Palace. The door was massive and made of iron, with intricate carvings depicting scenes of horror and suffering. I was scared to face the demon king, a man who was no different from the devil in being evil and ruthless. Right in front of my eyes, I had watched him kill many in a gruesome way that almost made me puke. He has no restraint, and his anger issues are beyond anything you could think of.

“So tell me, Kaleb. What made you call me to the warehouse? Did you think you could easily deceive a teenager? A child who probably doesn’t have any wisdom or worldly knowledge?” Much to my surprise, Kaleb barked out a humourless laugh. “No matter what anyone thinks, you are far from a child, Miaka. Anyone with that much power can never stay a child for long. You are the Demon King, the presiding head of the Dark Council…I would never see you as a child.”