The King Of Demons Novels & Stories

“So, isn't this my adorable little niece, you're still not dead yet?“ I looked at this black figure looming in front of me, he has two long black horns on his forehead with skin that was bloody red and was dressed in all black, he wasn't familiar in appearance but from his tone of voice, I could tell that it was my uncle who in these few minutes that I was unconscious, he made the decision to form a pact with the devils, becoming an underworld monster and gaining more power despite the fact he was already evil enough. “I am the demon king and everyone must fall and obey everything I say” he demanded whist laughing evilly with his ugly appearance. “What if I say I won't?“ I say questioning hi

“Do you know who that is? Why even Atlas didn’t blink before agreeing to follow him?” I look at her this time. “The boy?” She laughs. “That boy is the king of the demons, older than anyone in this academy could imagine being. If he is here, trouble is coming our way, and we can’t have weak wolves in our army.” She gives me a pointed look, and I roll my eyes. “What do you want me to do for you today, then?”

In addition to a competition between evil kings and conquerors. In addition to this king, yet another allied demon king and former living brother of Chronos, called Erebos, was the demon lord who conquered other kingdoms alongside him, dividing the galaxies, yet still involved in finding the right consort. Just as it was once a month, it was always given or rather lent to this king, his red skin, his apocalyptic kingdom, where demons reigned, they are the lords of other worlds, the only ones they are allowed to touch without consequences.

I announced. "We fought demons… this whole town was filled with demons. Like some factory was manufacturing them." said Raquel. "You assumed it right." Eira pointed it out. "What lead did you get?" Azeal asked us. "There is a demon king here in a demon castle and the army of demons was rising inside that place. We need to hurry because he will leash those demons to the angel realm tonight." I explained him "What? Who gave you that information?" Asked Nate in a sarcastic tone.

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

“Without the ability to love, or to feel love or empathy for anyone. They say that is how I took the throne… and how I kept it.” Lyria watched him closely. He did not sound like a man repeating gossip. He sounded like someone stating a truth he had long accepted. “Then you believe you have no heart?” A faint smile touched his lips. “I am the Demon King, after all.” He said it lightly, almost as if it were a joke. But it did not feel like one. Everything she had heard about the Demon King had been shaped by fear and exaggeration, distorted through the mouths of others, yet the man standing before her did not resemble the monster of those stories.

I smirked haughtily as I plopped down on the sofa beside him. We were currently seated in the living room of his apartment in front of the TV. Marcus was out somewhere so it was just the two of us right now. "What kind of a show is named 'Boys over Flowers'? And what language is this?!" He demanded. I gave him a glare, "Boys over Flowers happens to be one of my favorite shows and its Korean." "You know Korean?" He sounded baffled. I just rolled my eyes at him. "No, I don't. We're supposed to read the subtitles. Duh."

The blonde froze in place, not wanting to reveal his inner turmoil to his enemies. - Okay, I will fulfill my promise. Leave us! - the king addressed the onlookers. The vampires in the hall hurried to the exit. Tristan was relieved. The young man was sure that if he planned his moves correctly, he would be able to defeat this pair. Nevertheless, Tantario did not relax. The concept of honor was alien to the enemy. The king could kill the guest without any remorse, despite his own promise. But the Lord grinned and spoke: - I assume you are already familiar with the seraphim. After all, my doll is in your hands,” the king flashed his eyes dangerously, letting the young man know that he would gla

“Can I dig my nails into your skin? Claw you? Or maybe… I can tear you up and eat you!” “Demon…” she muttered, her nostrils flaring. How did he manage to repel a blessed arrow? No one, no demon has ever done that. “I’m not interested in fighting with a weak priestess. I have what I came for.” He flashed her a charming smile which Clairra hated. “You ask who I am, I am the Demon King. It’s disheartening to meet your acquaintance with an arrow, priestess. We shall meet again.” A few steps back in the shadow and the Demon King had disappeared, leaving Clairra more shocked than ever. She didn’t even know she was holding her breath until she fell to her knees, her bow down on the ground.

Lucius is his brother and what she can’t understand is why he would lock him up. “As you can’t understand with your pitiful low intelligence,” Axl padded as he walked past her with sarcasm hinting his tone. “It’s the prophecy what the Kings and Queens of Hell, or whatever you prefer to call it – underworld, must follow. This kind of prophecy holds a terrifying punishment if not succeeded and it’s becoming a mortal. I was once the King of Hell since the prophecy wasn’t written yet on the scroll. But then, it wrote: Lucius as the king having a wife from the mortal world and me…as only a prince!” Axl smashed his fist on the table in front of him, resulting in Emily to startle. She finally took