Demon Freddy Novels & Stories

he said, fangs visible from his mouth. "Who....who..." "I'm your guardian angel" he smirked again. Arianna eyes opened in realization. Guardian angel? more like guardian Demon! "I won't hurt you. You summoned me" he said, Arianna gasped, No....she had summoned an angelic creature not this......dark being. Her eyes swept across his features, his skin was an ashen gray and he was shirtless, a mark of a claw on his right chest, long flowing hair that had been tied loosely behind him. He was smirking evilly at her, she felt her legs weaken. She was about to say something when Meena walked in.

' In his head, he smiled. "I was born in a dungeon alongside many other demons." My birthplace is a dungeon not far from this one. I'm not sure what you humans name that." "Born in a dungeon... There is only one other dungeon nearby." "The Arachnid Spawn!" Ifrit grunted. "That has to be it, the one with the monsters with multiple legs. In my opinion, it's quite disturbing." Ifrit's gaze was as piercing as a blade as he was compelled to raise his eyes and fix them on the demon.

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?"

All he asked was, "Jefferson, how is Freya right now?" Jefferson stared at him and said coldly, "She will be detained for the time being." "Freya wouldn't murder anyone! She definitely wouldn't!" When Freddy heard Jefferson's reply, his anxiety spiked once again. If it had been anyone else, he would have rushed towards them and beat them up. However, it was Jefferson who he was speaking to. Beating him up? What a joke. Freddy would be cowering and backing up against the wall. It had only been two days since Florence showed up, but Freddy had lost a lot of weight within that short period of time. The stubble on his face added years to his appearance, making him look pitiful.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

But he maintained his angry demeanor, unwilling to let Freya sense even the slightest hint of the defeat he was feeling. “For the last time, Freya, get out," he snarled, his voice trembling with barely suppressed fury. "Get the hell out of my sight before I…" "Before what?” Freya said sharply, staring hard at him in an intimidating manner. Desmond paused momentarily, unable to speak as though his tongue were tied. His eyes locked onto hers, and he could see the cruel determination in her eyes. There was no hint of sympathy or remorse in her eyes. Freya had become a terrifying monster. What kind of twisted evolution had she undergone?

“It looks like frostbite or something. You have holes. Like skewers or claws, maybe. I’ve never seen . . . what did this?” “Demon,” I said, and the running demon appeared at my side as if summoned. I shrieked. “What?” The demon was close, only a few inches away. Its eyes seared into mine, and I had to force myself to keep my attention on the road. The demon reached for me. My muscles contracted. “On your left! Kick it, kick it!” Reed Taylor didn’t need to be told twice. He kicked spastically at the demon, connecting with it once or twice.

He wondered why there were no tears in his eyes. Freya slowly stood up. She removed the white cloth wrapped around the corpse. Her eyes widened at what she saw. Her hands covered her mouth and she suddenly sat on the floor. Her knees finally gave out. Tears slowly fell from Freya’s eyes. She shook her head several times. “No! He’s not Yael! Tell me she’s not my son! Fuck! Who did that to him? I can kill whoever did that to my son! He’s a demon! HE’S A MONSTER!” Freya shouted. She bound herself.