Demon Lord Frey Novels & Stories

an elder in the middle said. “Why not?” he asked. “Because of all the reasons your majesty, we demons are not close to any supernatural except the vampires but since you broke the treaty by supporting the wolves, the vampires are angry and they have seen an opportunity to kill us since they can go near the wolves,” he said. Asher’s father and the former vampire king were close buds until Octavia and Archie killed him in the most cruel and disgraceful way.

He reunited the two creatures just in one night. I look around to see my dad, Chester beside Maynard. The two are displeased but couldn't do anything. Whether they like it or not Lycan will rule. All of a sudden I felt the hand on my arm and I turn swiftly to see a man, much older before me. He has the grace of a ruler. His hair white and a little bit longer. His lips red and his eyes of green colour. Dazzling should describe him and his ears are pointed. I get the idea of who he is at once and I shuddered. King Frey.

I shouted. “Oh, don’t worry my dear future queen. We will take very good care of your besty here. Meanwhile, you should focus on your journey down to hell. We will meet you at the center.” Mr. Gregory, or whoever demon this creature is, said as he slide his filthy fingers down Frey’s cheek. “Let Frey go, you demon!” I shouted as I try to wriggle my body to move. “Frey! Wake up!” “Wake up! Frey! Wake up!” I keep shouting. But they vanished in black smoke.

Lysandra’s laughter filled the chamber, “Your denials won’t save you, Freya. We have evidence.” Freya’s voice turned sharp, “Evidence? Or manufactured lies?” Lysandra’s gaze held an icy edge, “Constantine herself declared me as her heir. It’s time you accept that.” Freya’s retort was swift, “Constantine’s trust is not a testament to your worthiness.” Lysandra’s voice was laced with certainty, “It’s all the testament I need.” Freya’s eyes bore into Lysandra’s, unyielding, “You can parade around as the ultimate sorcerer all you want, but I won’t recognize you as such.”

"I saw him vaguely and avoided eye-contact. But green-eyes signifies a lower level demon, right?" "That is correct, as far as we know." Dad agreed and gave both of us a pointed look. "What else do we even know about this demon? Why was it trying to kidnap Freya? As far as I remember, we have stayed out of their business for ages now." "I don't know much either, but Freya told me that her father sold her off to it." I grit my teeth, remembering the fool of a man who deserved nothing but death. "He did so in exchange for wanting his wife back. The demon promised to resurrect her but at the last moment; he went back on his word, injured her father and took her with him. I think Freya heard him

“Alaric was the one who sent his men to storm the castle… the ones who killed my daughter.” Freya’s lips quivered, and for a moment her composure shattered. “I’ll never stop regretting it, if only Valtor hadn’t left her that day…” My chest tightened painfully at her words. “And now he wants to take you straight into the demon’s den,” Freya sneered. Her laugh was sharp and mocking. “If I were you, I’d be worried. Seems to me he doesn’t care much for you, or for your life.” Then she turned and walked away.

All four women — Freya, Sophie, Clara, and Mia — now stood trembling before the Demon Lord. Azrael lounged on his grotesque throne made of fused bones and writhing flesh, legs spread wide, his enormous veined cock standing fully erect and leaking thick precum. “Freya,” he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative, “this is your final test. You will personally help me destroy these three women completely. You will degrade them, prepare them, and offer them to me. Only after they are broken will I breed you as my favorite. Begin. Now.” Freya’s voice came out soft, hoarse, but obedient. “Yes, Master Azrael… I understand.”

“It’s nice to meet you all.” A man from the elf army walked towards me his dark brown hair was long and braided down his back, but the sides of his head were bald, he had the same high cheekbones and pointed chin that Tyr had but he had broader shoulders and was a few inches taller than Tyr his eyes were a pale blue that almost looked white. “This is General Moon.” Tyr introduced him. “Call me Frey,” he smiled at my sisters and me. “Why are you running from the Goblin army?” Tyr asked me.

“Who were they?” His voice was cold and it sent chill across the room, causing the hairs on their bodies to stand. King Duras trembled, although he had heard about the Lord of Astaroth; a ruthless ruler and a devil-human hybrid, he had thought that the rumors exaggerated the claims but only now did he see that, they were not at all exaggerated, on the other hand, they were underrated, he had never before seen anything like this. But Ryder faced his queen, Lynorr. He had no business with the frail and undeserving King of Rocheveron, the old man was much to spinless to be involved in this but he knew that the queen and her commander lover were behind all of this so he faced her alone.

"Hezell has to bind with Freya in order to grow immensely powerful. He can't kill her, but keeping her in a vegetative state all her life will make it possible for him to get a constant source of power from her. When that happens, he'd be the Emperor of this world." "Oh, my bad. I forgot it doesn't matter to you since he's going to find and kill you before all that happens. I assume he'll make sure no one will be able to stop him from doing that once he gets his hand on Freya. Which entails he's going to make sure he kills you." "Goodness, where the hell is the moon goddess when we need her the most?" Mendoza had both palms supporting her head when she was done speaking. Her witty eyes kept