روايات وقصص ضمن The Demonic King Chases His Wife

The king immediately stood up and stomped out in anger. "Haha he's mother is different. She's a witch." The third son laughed out trying to clear the intense scene. "Ohh..." I drawled with a smirk "...if he's mother is a witch then he's not a demon nor the devil's son. Or... is your father the devil ??." I throwed another unexpected question and this made them uncomfortable. Sensing that they are disorientated, unknown courage came inside me. "Weather he's a demon, devil's son, the devil himself.. he's still my husband so stop trying to do whatever you want to do." I said intrepidly

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

“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.

She said with a serious voice. "Whipped? People are whipped here?" I asked with wide, disbelieving eyes. She nodded. "Darling, these are demons. They are not good creatures. They are revengeful, possessive and strong beings. Do not get on their bad side. They commit horrible, horrible things. The King had a prisoner from the human realm the other day. His eyes were taken first." She explained.

The fairies also knew that and so they never wanted to mess with them since it would create havoc and so many innocent lives would be lost. The royal fairy king, KING CROSS was sitting in his living room sipping his refreshments looking at his sweet adorable granddaughter who was clapping and jumping happily while playing with Oz, when all his happiness got shattered away with a group of staggering and heavy footsteps approaching in the hallway. He hauled up immediately from his sit being bewildered and worried which made the Queen gasp in fear . Because, she recognized the look on her husband's face which was enough to let her understand that the demons are back again.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

"I have got to prepare for school now Galore, can you leave my room now." Galore nodded his head. "Thanks for clarifying something for me son, hope we talk soon like this again," he said and wanted to leave when Ruthless voice stopped him. "Can I ask you a question, a very simple question?" "Go ahead and ask." "The demon King you defeated years back, what happened to his wife you captured? Where is she?" King Galore was quiet as he tried to recall, after some minutes had passed he said, "To be sincere, son, I can't remember anything."

As she walked majestically,head high and nose the air Your King will die if we fail to save him By the fairest heart it is done and only by the fairest heart it will be undone Witches let's start hunting for the fairest heart from tomorrow starting from the least tribe she said and the crowd cheered I will make sure King Haule never dies a voice said from the crowd To hunting a voice shouted from the crowd again and all the witches replied in chorus To hunting To hunting To hunting They chants . . 27 years ago . Queen Hazel was seen crying as her husband King Zamiel was comforting her This is the fifth thousand years and yet we have no heir she cried bitterly,we need an heir to the throne pl

The King had just caught a monster holding his Queen. The air in the room instantly turned to pure, demonic hellfire.

"She's right next to you, son. Please, I promise you'll be able to see her soon." The face of the King came into Cal's view. It was etched with worry and concern and exhaustion. "Father, what's happening? Where is it? Where's the demon?" Josnen put his hand on his son's shoulder. "It fled. You are both safe for now." Calder tried to focus his thoughts, to calm his breathing. “Let me see her.” The King exchanged a glance with who he recognized now as Helia, the other Fire Witch. But it was neither who responded.