Demons Kings Novels & Stories

When he was ready to speak, he looked up at her. "I am a demon, as you already know. Demons come from hell. I wasn't sent on an assignment or anything. Contrary to what you think, I am here because I...because I want to be here. This world helps me to be everything that I've always wanted to be, free and my own person. As the first son of the devil, I am responsible for overseeing the affairs of my fellow demons on this planet." The more he spoke, the more her eyes narrowed on him. Klaus moved away from the wall and started to walk back to his couch. He settled into it and leaned forward, placing both his elbows on each of his thighs respectively.

a warrior said and others nod along with him. “No, the former king signed a treaty with the vampires, but the demons have a new king. I don’t think he will move on with the treaty,” I said. Vampires and demons have always coexisted, and the only reason why is because they have so many similarities. Like they are immortals and they have a special way to kill them. They think and act alike. They are very egotistical and they all share a similar hatred of wolves. The former demon king, he goes by the name Titus. He and Orion have come together way back, and they did things together. They are both flirts and man whores and have a nasty reputation for impregnating so many women. I don’t know what

“Wait! I know one. The mistress! His mistress and a commander were demons and he kept them close!” “He did?” the witch was surprised. She had expected that the King wasn’t much affiliated with his other identity. After all, the fierceness of his beast was widely known. The thing with demons is a very gray area to the world. Nobody had ever seen them or experienced a direct confrontation with them one only had old unreliable texts to rely on. She had considered the King may not have realized he was a demon. She assumed it was an ambiguous sense of horror that engulfed him in his childhood.

I am here, I am with you. No reply. “Do you understand what a Demon king is?”, Kera asked, despite the Queen and their companions behind them charging onto the battlefield beyond them. “I am as vast and eternal as the sea. The king and his brothers sought me for my power.” His magic flowed around hom in an unholy aura.

Cakil asked curiously. "You don't need to know, just prepare troops for me!" “Ohh alright alright, should I inform the other Demon Lords? They will definitely be willing to serve Your Majesty.” Cakil offers additional troops to make it look serious. This Cakil is one of the ancient Demon Lords, but his strength is still far below the Dark King who can be said to have just become a Demon King. "No need! When I tell you again, you should be prepared." The king of darkness just left.

“Is this really real?” Long Chen couldn’t comprehend it at all. How could there be three demon kings appearing in his world, which wasn’t even as powerful as the upper world? Were they truly here to seek the unclear inheritance of the dragon emperor? Long Chen couldn’t even process this properly, let alone hear that one demon king had indeed been killed by the previous sect master or Qin Nian’s parents, and another had also been killed but by a different person. Additionally, the sole demon king among the three had been sealed by the former sect master due to his weakened strength compared to the previous two demon kings. Though the seal was reinforced by Qin Nian’s former lover, it now seem

i quickly added to lay off Asa's worries. "You mean Aklyn and Nelyx actually came to your rescue!?" Asa exclaimed. I nodded with a hum. "They just dropped me off and vanished" I informed her. "Look who has caught the eye of our demon kings" Asa teased me causing my cheeks to turn beetroot red. "You know they've been searching for a mate. And according to what I've known, the demon kings are connected to a special being" "So?" I replied trying to mask a stoic expression.

Lysan felt a huge lump in his throat and he looked away. "Lysan." Dyleon grabbed his arm. "What does he want?" "He wants—" Lysan swallowed. "He wants me." Dyleon's face went white. "What?" “He said he was going to help me, but on one condition. Me. I'd be at his beck and call when he needs it.” The words tasted bitter in Lysan's mouth—how convenient. The Demon King Lysan killed in his previous life was after him now—and it wasn't good.

“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.

Lumina finished the last ten of the two hundred and fifteen outworlders humans were capable of summoning from their worlds before returning her attention to her son. Considered, the other kingdoms referred to them as demons, but not the house of Elzcrid. It was a mistake they would never be caught dead making.