Demon Lord Frey Novels & Stories

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.

But theories spurred out that when the demon lord had died the creatures were bound to where they were upon his death and weren’t permitted to even move an inch from their location. “I have a question…” “I will not answer” The wolf declared. Fenrir had abilities beyond that of the normal known magic to humans, thus he could communicate with Lyon directly with his brain being able to read the boy’s mind. He could even see through whatever he was thinking or even the slightest change in his ideals. “Are you afraid of answering?” Lyon asked. “No. I already know your question. And I will not bother myself to give you an obscure answer”

“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 mention that he wasn’t paid enough to answer her questions.” “A mercenary.” Mother shook her head. “That means it’s not the demons. Someone else must have been after her.”

“I’ll pay for my sins with my life. I’d rather die in your hands.” Frey clenched his jaw and struck the ground with his fist, trembling in so much anger. “You’re a traitor.” “It was my life’s purpose to serve you… Alpha Frey.” Those were the last words Frey heard before Odin closed his eyes. This even angered him. He was heartbroken for the loss of his only daughter. -xx-

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?"

she announced as soon as she opened the door. She didn't even bother to look at me and just stood there holding the door. “Now?” I asked as I walked towards her. She didn't utter a word, just swept her free hand to the side, an instruction for me to exit my room. I did as commanded, then waited for her to lead the way. I followed behind her in silence, trying to keep my thoughts quiet. As much as I tried to block her out, I couldn't. While being here with Azael, he had made sure that he had a large supply of Witch and Warlock kids for Selene to feed on. Her strength was like nothing I'd witnessed before. She was almost as strong as Azael himself and her Lycan looked as though it had been on

“But regardless I can’t stay here in this cage while the world burns.” “Demons feed off power, in case you forgot that I am the very thing they hunger for....I’m a beacon in the dark, drawing them closer with every breath I take.” “If I leave this place… I need to go find Soren before his luck finally runs out.” I finish...hoping she's less mad Freya’s eyes sharpen, a predatory glint returning to her gaze. “Then have an advantage.” I frown, my mind racing through empty tactics. “What advantage?”

she answered, spitting the words into the prince’s face despite the terror gleaming deep in her pupils. Cedrik felt a twisted surge of admiration. He tightened his grip on her wrists, feeling her racing pulse beneath his fingers—an undeniable proof that, though she defied him, her body recognized the predator that had cornered her. Freya’s resistance was not merely physical; it was an affront to his lineage, his Alpha status, and the war he led. Yet the more she fought, the more he felt the need to have her under his control—not as another corpse among many, but as something he needed to unravel, possess, and eventually dominate.

You’ll be too busy fighting to breathe. His smile dropped completely. “You think you’re invincible, don’t you?” he said darkly. “You think because you’re the heir, you can threaten everyone and walk away clean.” I leaned in, my voice low. “You don’t scare me. And I’m done playing nice. Stay the hell away from Freya. And keep your unstable mistress and deranged wife in check. Because next time you make her cry, I swear to God, I won’t stop at words.”

It was too good to be true so I concluded that I was imagining thing. “Great, now I have to continue hearing your thoughts,” sarcastically, that voice in my head spoke again. I could never mistake it for someone else even in a third life. “Frey,” I breathed out in excitement. “What?” She muttered “Oh my-” “Sleep,” she interrupted. When I believed that I remembered my thoughts from the previous event at the vampire’s territory, more memories began to flood into my head once again. Then I realised Frey had taken over, fighting and taking revenge on everyone who became an obstacle. Her decision was not something to be proud of entirely but I appreciated that she finally came back and stood up f