Demonic Frequency Novels & Stories

The horrid sight and odor have my gut retching to the pit. That’s it! I have had enough of this shit! Damon is a demonic incarnate of whoever the devil in hell might be. My tail of courage tucked between my legs in cowardice, creeps slithering down my spine and the large part of my brain screaming at me to get the hell out of here before someone might catch me sneaking in this place. However, as I was about to abandon this petrifying quest, the sound of metal clacking caught my attention. Snapping my neck to the source, my heart sank to my feet with what I saw.

The crimson liquid pooled effortlessly, dark and shimmering in the dim light, completing the ritual's first step. It was then that I noticed Dominic's reaction, subtle at first—a twitch in his jaw, a faint clench in his fists—but unmistakable. Blood. He hadn’t tasted a single drop since we traveled back through time, and now it was affecting him. His skin, once smooth and unblemished, seemed almost translucent, a rawness creeping across his features. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, making them appear hollow, while his veins bulged horrifically beneath his skin, writhing like some caged beast desperate for release.

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?"

When they realized what she had drawn, together they fell silent. When the sites were connected it was easy to see that the lines created a perfect inverted pentagram. “They feed at the five points of the inverted star,” Jasmyne breathed. “That’s right,” Aurora nodded. “Five points for the five realms of hell. One demon rules each realm with Satan himself at the bottom. This is the ritual. Every nine years they feed at one of the locations to pay homage to the five demons of hell.” “I’m almost afraid to ask,” Amelia began. “But who are the five demons?”

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

Damon then came down and turned back to Cynthia . "This is my reality Cynthia ." Damon said coldly . " You ... you won't hurt ... me ...would you ? " asked Cynthia stuttering . " No no .. i can't even think of that .. don't be scared ." said Damon rubbing Cynthia's cheek with love . Cynthia hugged Damon and Damon hugged her back with his shivering his hands . "You would hate me now won't you ?" asked Damon sadly . " No Damon never ." replied Cynthia . " Cynthia I am a demonic creature , you know what that means , don't you ?" asked Damon shocked .

Her eyes were seething, yet the words that came out of her mouth were only lovely and flirtatious. … I had absolutely no notion what she was on about. But I knew one thing for sure: letting this individual ramble any longer would be disastrous for my heart! She was unquestionably a top-tier succubus who could even arouse men when she was infuriated! Analyze! [Solanum-Disaster Rank] Name: Solanum Level 0 Race: Demon Element: Fire and Delusion EXP- 0 HP- ??? CON-??? ATK-99. STR-33

Brandon scampers off, unable to believe what just happened. Llearth tries to stop him but thinks better of it. Unlike the younger demon, Llearth is more in tune with his demonic identity, and things like sex or gender matter little to him. The core of a demon, especially one with the essence of lust, is an indiscriminate desire for intimacy, irrespective of shape, form, or gender. So long as it is an entity that catches the demon’s fancy, there are no qualms with coitus or other forms of sexual interaction. Some quirky demons even prefer to be intimate with deceased entities. That is why it is said every demon to his or her pleasure.

‘No matter what he says’ the three guardians councelled, ‘don’t talk back at him, never’ It was then that the men discovered that the earthquake was a voice actually. The ground before them lifted and presented to them the judge-the god of violence. His hands were tied to two pillars by the dint of very monstrous chains whih seethed and cooled. He, himself, was made of brine so that when he raised his voice with demonic indignation and bared his mouth in a snarl, one was sure to see and feel and dread him. He was every inch mad and furious and violent. Now as he spoke, the pillars astride him shook. And beside those pillars were giant gargoyles that stood to his beck and call.

Now that I have all the resources and support I can utilize to reclaim my life, I will use it to the fullest and live with this contract even if I have to give my soul to the contractor. “It’s done my Lady, as long as it is you, I can give everything, even if I destroy this Kingdom.” Hold on, just what on earth this demon wants from me?