Demon Lord Frey Novels & Stories

I watched in rage as he took his last breath and Damien smirked at me as he knelt in front of Mark’s dead body and withdrew the stake. The doors to the hall were flung open and all of the men that rushed in were Damien’s, their bodies covered in blood, victorious smiles on their faces. The blood of my men. Coming to kneel in front of me, Damien patted my face gently. “Any last words, demon?” “Fuck you,” I spat and screamed when he drove the dagger through my heart, his eyes locked on mine. Leaving the dagger buried in my chest, he growled.

I like to think of her as a goddess and as a goddess the filthy werewolves were no fit to touch her. Freya would smile curtly and chuckled when need be. She curated herself in such a way that anyone watching right now would think that she had been a royal werewolf all her life. She really was the daughter of Demitri— I halted right there on my words. Oslo had gotten into my mind. That fucker! He disengaged from the physical body contact of interlocking his arm with hers and I knew Jude was about business now. No more joking around. “Dear Freya, tell me, I heard you used to be an omega,” Jude stated more like a fact than a question.

No fear of his presence, he had already ticked s bad for Neah and she was going to be in his black list. "My dad is one of the council and elders and whenever a meeting is held at the court in Blue Moon, he comes there, he's Damon's ally so that is how I got to know, satisfied now?" Freya sneered, reaching out to Neah's face and removing the strands of hair that fell to her face. "Damon is especially certain about you, and his brothers as well, I just know Neah after all, I'm also my father's heir" Freya added and Neah swore, she saw something sparkle in Freya's eyes.

My brows furrowed as I pushed the door open slightly, not intending to intrude but curious enough to look inside. The moment my eyes landed on the scene before me, the world seemed to tilt. Lucien was kneeling with his head buried between Freya’s thighs. For a moment, my mind refused to process what I was seeing. Lucien. The same Lucien who had spent centuries controlling every violent impulse in his body. And Freya… Freya sat blissfully on the floor, her fingers tangled in Lucien’s dark hair as her chest rose and fell unevenly. My first instinct was disbelief.

He was with Cordelia. "Beautiful..." I whispered, looking down at the glowing city. "At least I got to see it this time." "You betrayed me." The icy voice behind me made me whip around. Dorian stood there. His eyes were burning red. He oozed lethal danger, glaring at me in the moonlight. "What the hell did you tell the Elders?" He stepped closer, his voice like a blade. "They've changed the terms! Now the Blessing will only make Cordelia his subordinate, not his equal!"

She was still watching her screen with wide eyes, not answering Fay. "What's wrong?!" I half shouted at Elyse and she snapped her head to me. "Our demon. He's... What was his name again?" She asked me. "Adrian?" I said. "Asmodeus, I believe." Anna answered louder, at the same time, her head whipped to Elyse and her TV series was forgotten. Elyse shook her head in disbelief. "Fuck, I hoped I was wrong on the name. Asmodeus.. He's kind of like, uhm, one of the kings of demons?" Elyse said with a small voice.

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

It was very mysterious and miraculous. Elder Frye definitely was not an ordinary person. However, Andrius also discovered another point—the demonic energy in his body still existed. In other words, he could still transform into the Demon Lord. “You’re awake.” Just then, an old voice came from the door. It was Elder Frye. “Elder Frye!” Andrius immediately got out of bed and showed respect to Elder Frye. “Thank you for your guidance. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to step into the ranks of immortal cultivation so easily.”

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.

He trailed off, turning to her. “Like?” She asked, paying attention to her food more. “You guys are like opposite from each other, right?” He asked, getting to know her. “Hmm, I guess. I am just here for fun.” She replied nonchalantly. “Fun?” “I am Gaimore’s Army General, Freya Morgue. I arrested them for stealing our relic but later joined after knowing Zadicus’ intentions.” She explained briefly, finished her food and drank some water. “I see. I guess you are on Huzefa’s level then, I didn’t expect it. Anyways, I wanted to know, what if one side won?” He asked, curious to know what they have entangled themselves into.