The Steward Demonic Emperor Novels & Stories

Just as he was about to escape, he heard the Blood Emperor shouting, "Fiend Emperor, come and help me." The Blood Emperor flew over and landed on a planet next to him. He looked at the disabled man. If the person hadn't been covered in a foul aura, the aura he was very familiar with, he would never have recognized that the person was the Fiend Emperor. "Fiend Emperor, how did you become this?" The Blood Emperor wanted to ask how he ended up like this. The Fiend Emperor seemed to be irritated by the words of the Blood Emperor. He said angrily, "Are you much better than me? Who made you become like this?"

"Your job is going to be very difficult compared to others. She can try to run away, show tantrums, cry, throw things at you, and many more. You have to keep her away from all trouble." "Why? Are you planning to disappear, Devil?" Aakash paused, waiting for him to look at him. When his eyes turned to him. "She's pregnant." He reminded him. "Andrew is the Stalker. He's Uncle's lost son. He's obsessed with my wife." Anger boiled in his death. "Give us two hours. We'll bring them here. Dead bodies or alive." Alberto told in a promising tone. "Yes," It reached his ears in unison.

It wasn't because he didn't trust me, so I supported him, doing whatever we needed to do to be alerted by demons anywhere in the world. A few time we came across demons living naturally amongst us with the tracing spell I did, but they were never a threat, or a blood thirsty monster like the ones Bahm fought every day. He even had his two betas, Jacorius and Liana, stationed up in the temple, incase an unknown attack happened. Liana was very much submissive towards me, acting more like a slave or servant than a beta of the pack. It was almost like she intentionally wanted to cater to me.

"Alright. You should be fine if you're careful." The pair of human and beast once again entered the underground levels of the tower. When they passed by the third floor, the man chained to the large pillar was still going berserk. "Kid! Hurry up and undo my seal! I'm the Devil King that dominates the Three Realms! When I get out, I promise I'll make you my general!" "If you're the Devil King, then I'm the Devil Emperor," Xiao Chen muttered. He ignored the man and returned to the sixth floor.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

Santoro looked between us with the quiet satisfaction of a man watching an experiment yield exactly the results he expected. “I hear she’s precious to you,” he said. I kept my eyes on him. Not her. Him. “What do you want Santoro.” “You know what I want.” “Say it.” He tilted his head. “Your empire. Your territory. Your networks in Milan, Rome, and the north.” He said it simply, like he was listing items on a shopping list. “Sign it over. All of it. And walk away.” “And if I don’t.” He glanced at Nina. Just briefly. Just enough.

The energy he had absorbed was being gathered inside his body, and he intended to release all of it in one massive explosion that would destroy the capital. Because he had already become half-demon, he was still alive even after Tian Sen pierced his heart. However, his life would continue to drain away if he could not recover. “You are not worthy of becoming king. “With the way you supported these bastards, and with your habit of constantly looking down on others, you are unfit to rule in my eyes. “Even if the king appointed you as ruler, I would drag you down from that position myself, even if it meant becoming a criminal in the process.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

It was time to end it all. - "Helena Stocker, I am Thetia Kestle, daughter of Duke Hughes Kestle and Duchess Mary Kestle, the younger sister of the Emperor, His Majesty Harlan VI, so I command you to lower your voice and behave properly in my presence. Your inappropriate gestures towards myself and my friend Marie will be severely punished" I explained to her, with my arms crossed under my chest. Finally, she began to realize her mistake.

Just a simple touch from Jarek gets my libido working overtime. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was some kind of witch—someone with power, someone who could bend me to his will. But then again, isn't that the Devil's domain? Yes… I believe it is. And after all these years, I no longer have any doubt—Jarek Falcon isn't just dangerous. He is the Devil himself.