Demon Lord Frey Novels & Stories

One of the cloaked warriors stepped toward me. Frey moved before I even saw him make the choice. “Touch her,” he snarled, low and deadly, “and I’ll send your heart back to your commander in a bag.” The nearest man scoffed and drew his blade anyway. “Big talk for a stray dog.” That was the last thing he said before Frey struck. It was fast. Too fast for my eyes to follow. One second Frey was just standing there, his shoulders tight, his lip curled. The next, claws flashed.

He still have some conscience left in him. Fayes spoke up ,"Greetings Your majesty. There are a few North Demon Lords and the Northern Lord. Jacinda, the fifth demon lord. I heard she's cruel, ruthless and powerful." Daemon noted to himself to remember her name. One day he would visit her. "Lord Seventh, the seventh lord. And Viktor, the ninth Demon Lord. Currently he's fighting a battle against rebels at the borders." Fayes said. Although he feared Daemon, he had some respect for the man. The man had fought and resisted Gregory all the way. No one dares to go against Gregory.

I was acutely aware of his power and his presence, and I felt myself shrinking under his gaze. " Freya, was a sweet soul. A sweet soul I tainted, I will admit," he went on. "But, she's not this." His eyes moved from my head to my toes with disgust, and I couldn't stop myself from feeling like the dirt under his feet. " Raph," he called. His right hand man creeps closer, also sensing that he is not in the best of moods. " Let's go." Before he walked through the door that lead out of the castle, he said; " We will have a long ass talk when I get back, Freya Amelia Hamfeild."

“We are a part of the Dark Lord’s Army. We belong to the Dark Lord.” “I see…” Prince Ron mused. “So Fredrick is just a temporary Lord.” “No. He is our Lord and we shall serve him for as long as he lives.” The left Darkling clarified. Prince Ron wondered just how Fredrick was able to summon creatures from the Dark Lord’s Army. Who was the Dark Lord even? Could it be the evil creature that the Shadow Master wants to release? Was Fredrick related to the Shadow Master in any way? He groaned inwardly. So many questions and so little answers.

*LEONIDAS* Freya is a were wolf? How is that even possible? “No way,” Dorian murmurs beside me. “That is Freya?” She's obviously the one. There's no doubt. Her scent is stronger that before and mate bond hit me like a moving truck. “Mate, mate, mate,” Drogo continues to chant like a mantra in my head. As if sensing her mate, her wolf takes a step forward but wobbles a bit.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

Fiona extends her hand towards Uriel, "I will do it. Please hurry!" With a slight grin, he grabs her hand and bites on her index finger to suck a bit of her blood. He whispers something which she finds beyond her knowledge but then she ignores it immediately. "Now, repeat after me", Uriel orders Fiona. "I, Fiona Arbelt, pledge my loyalty to the great demon Orus from hereby. Even if I've to meet death, I won't hesitate to give my life for him. My soul belongs to my master." Fiona replies after him and slowly feels a faint connection with Orus as she can hear the sound of someone whispering in her ears and the loud cries of hell!

He finalized " All of it?" I widened my eyes " Your dad is the founder of one of the most richest companies in Crest country , don't be so stingy it's also your responsibility since you put him there in the first place" the officer said " No , not that. I meant his face, all of it?" I asked with a bitter smile. Money wasn't even my concern

The person yelled, obviously angered beyond all belief. “My Lord, I-” “Enough! Get out! I need to think!” “Yes My Lord!” The figure promptly left the tent to avoid bringing more ire. In the tent, the man emerged from the shadows and sat on the stool nearby with his head in his hands. His eyes were literally glowing in anger. Outside all of the others who heard their Lord’s thunderous roar kept their heads down. Now that the plan was somewhat ruined they would have to come up with another one soon.

He knew that to them, she was still “theirs.” But Ricardo Vitalli was King of the Vampire Kingdom. And if the Lycans thought they could take her back… they would have to tear her from his cold, dead hands. The bells of war echoed across the kingdom that night, carried by the howls of ravens and the rustle of banners unfurling. The Vampire Kingdom was ready. And somewhere in the shadows, Freya’s fate stood at the center of a storm that would soon set fire to both worlds. She was also a trained warrior and wanted to take part in this war beside him, but he stopped him because it would further escalate things, and he didn’t want that for now.