Demon Freddy Novels & Stories

“When? When I came to Freedonia? Was it two years ago? At your mother’s birthday?” “Not so long ago—yeah,” he said, his voice faint, like he didn’t even want her to hear. “I was maybe ten years old.” “YOU WERE TEN YEARS OLD?!!!!” Freya reacted, very, very shocked. Inner Devil 2: 'This is not just love—this is vintage, aged, fine-wine-level obsession. And girl, we approve!' Inner Devil 2: 'So when you fell in the playroom and wanted to disappear, HE was probably like, ‘Wow. She falls so gracefully.''

The demon lowered down until its red heels touched the floor. The camera suddenly straightened and even focused on Dorothy’s face. In split seconds, the lady was already behind her. Dorothy’s crying eyes widened when the demon clutched her shoulders. Her face wrinkled as the demon’s sharp nails pierced deep in her flesh. The demon leaned over her ear and we could only see her lips layered with deep red lipstick. “I want it all...” the demon whispered before licking Dorothy’s ear. It dragged her by the hair and slammed her hard on one of the chairs.

His fingers in his hole had brushed against a small bump which had caused a shock go through him that he was surprised he had not come. Once he had his body under control, he moved his fingers again rubbing at the bump there and all he could feel was intense pleasure. Unconsciously he closed his eyes and spread his legs so wide that one was already hanging out of the tub! It was not enough he need more. Then his mind conjured up an image of a cock, General Fan’s cock. His fantasy then then showed that he was being pierced by that thick cock. He added in another finger and started to move aggressively as his mind showed him being bent over with his ass in the air and General Fan’s body over h

I can't stop the words from whining out of my mouth. "I just want my freedom, just let me go, Dimitri, I have nothing to give you," I said nervously and the entire demeanour change at my statement, his eyes grow darker red than I've ever seen. Instantly, his hand went around my already damaged throat, instantly cutting off my air supply. I immediately reach for his strong hands, trying to pry them away, but can't. I can ever feel the pressure of my bones threatening to crack underneath his hands. He doesn't say a word. Only glares at me and my soul as if he's reading me like an open book while watching me fight for my life. A small creeps onto his lips as he watches, and something flashes in

"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?"

The fire immediately began to spread as the demon snarled and spat again. “Come here, you ugly fuck,” I roared as I whipped my chains forward. The creature growled as my chains wrapped around one of its snapping heads. The other heads tried spitting on me but I quickly planted my feet on the ground and pulled hard. The chains bit into the neck as the monster thrashed around and soon, a sickening crack resounded through the trees. Black blood sprayed into the air as the head fell to the ground with a wet crunch.

Freya's p.o.v To get to the next phase of my journey, there's every need to eliminate Xorax out of the way. Her power goes beyond influencing dreams and causing illusions, she holds the soul and key to the path to Grothok, the second high demon after Azgaroth and the twin demon of hell. Aunt Lyra had enlightened me about all that I need to know to bring every beasts to their knees even though she was scared I could fall through. My hands searched for my amulet and the cold feel of it against my palm brought utter peace to my mind.

“The atmosphere here is different, ‘’ he said, and I noticed his voice got deeper. I looked at him and he changed to his demon. There were two black horns by the side of his head. I can’t see him fully, but I know his skin is slightly red, and he is bigger. Then his body lit on fire a little, but it didn’t burn me, instead it warmed me up. The clouds cleared up and my mouth wide opened in shock as I looked at what was in front of me. Everywhere was red, the clouds were red and I could see the hills and they went way back. The air smells like death and the worst part is I can hear the cries of pain and agony that send a dark shiver down my spine. Suddenly, I don’t want to see hell anymore. As

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

Brooklyn answered with a groan as he walked inside the room and sat on the chair. "I had a dream, the demon I know is my friend's daughter and she's on earth" Dray declared and Brooklyn paid rapid attention. "What friend?. Didn't you tell me that the only demon on Earth killed herself?. And is she more powerful than you are?" Brooklyn questioned. "My friend's mom was a vampire and her father a demon. Yes she killed herself but demons reproduce before they die, now would you pay attention?" Dray demanded getting impatient. "She's living with humans and the vampire's eye is protecting her" Dray explained.