The Steward Demonic Emperor Novels & Stories

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

“Thank you for your acknowledgement of my suffering, your majesty.” “Hmm…I’m shocked they were all able to work together to keep you a secret from me…and I apologise for that. However, you are a demon and in that…to preside in the Terran Realm will need my permission…of which I give. The only thing left to do is to call upon the Angels to discuss your husband’s plight.” “I am truly thankful to you, your Majesty.” Kat curtsied low. The Demon King raised a hand and without any warning a beam of pure white light shot out of his palm and up to the roof, through it without damage and up into the sky exploding out across the horizon and leaping into a thousand different points of light that raced

She pulls another from the pack and retrieves a lighter too, setting the white stick into red dotted flame. Sebastian comes in view from the green metal door, seeing Laurel holding a stick of cigarette on one hand. He suddenly feels empathy for her and all his distrust washes away in the wind. He had misjudged her in every way. He had thought her to be made of stone to the core and maybe twelve years had changed her from the lovely girl her parents described her to be into some cold hearted bitch.

The white haired man grabbed it and started walking forward. “A beast will have a taste of its very own poison.” Alois Devaraux, the Emperor of Heaven. A man who is believed to be thousands of years old. He has reigned over the palace of Astraia for ages and ruled the Eastern North with the best of his ability. The people of his land respect him and they even vowed to serve him until the last beating of their hearts. He is a man of cold nature, he possess no emotions inside and shows no mercy towards his nemesis. He is also a skilled warrior. During his childhood, he is trained to become a formidable knight in the battlefield. It is also his duty to slay or seal monsters who are unleashed a

I wondered why she was upset, unless the man I just eyed was her. the Emperor Kaliel Fascar. I just eyed the emperor Kaliel, the cold Emperor. my death would be faster than it could be . how stupid could I be ? . I was eye undressing the Emperor of wolves , staring at him deeply. I wanted to cry. I quickly looked down until a voice said “ look up. ” he spoke, to me and my god I wanted him to speak again. kaliel's pov:

“You all know basic myths. But this one is… specific. The tale of the Shadowalker.” To everyone’s surprise, it was Emma who piped up, his voice hesitant but clear. “I… I’ve read about that. In a banned manuscripts forum. He was a demon… created by Lucifer not as a torturer, but as a ultimate weapon. A being designed to wipe out all life on Earth in one go. But Lucifer messed up the primordial spell. A variable was wrong. Instead of a mindless destroyer, Shadowalker became a demon bound by a paradoxical imperative: to save people.”