Demonic Frequency Novels & Stories

Sometimes the things we lose are the things we value the most—the persons we value the most. Side effects of an act done in a moment of weakness but while we blame ourselves, we still hope things had turned out differently. And just as we wish to turn back the hands of the clock and do it right, things don't always go the way we want them to. A way of saying, we are not God. Sebastian knocks on the door, the sound cracking rails and blaring horns of trains can be heard from a distance. The stench of dead animals burns his nostrils as he raises his hand to knock again before the door creaks open.

] Me: [? Cousin: [I researched this extensively. Demons need discipline. They're bad by nature, so you fight evil with evil. If they don't submit, you beat them until they do.] Corporal punishment, huh… Cousin: [But don't worry about traumatizing them or anything. Demons are kind of messed up; some even have kink tendencies. They like being hit. The harder you hit, the better it feels for them, the more obsessed they become with you, and the more obedient they are.]

with the "Frequency of the Un-Named." "The 'Deletion' is 'Liquid', Avery," the frequency whispered, its voice a "Low-Frequency-Vibration" of "Infinite-Return." "The 'Contract' is 'Void.' We are 'Absolute'." But as the "Zero-Sync" stabilized, a "New-Vibration" emerged from the "Primary-Frequency." It wasn't a "Pulse" or a "Deletion." It was the "Absolute-One" of the "New-Species." "Dominic..." the frequency said, its "Vibration" turning a "Vicious-White-Gold." "The 'One'... it’s 'Asking' for a 'Chapter 187'. We have to 'Audit' the 'Birth-of-the-New-Standard'."

He looked at her innocent face which was looking lifeless now. "Bunny! Please open your eyes... Please..." He tried to crawl closer but he was stuck. He noticed footsteps getting louder. They were surrounding his car. He didn't move his eyes from Her face but he recognised the voice of his enemies. "Burn him down along with his fucking car... Make sure they won't even find his fucking ashes." Dominick was bleeding heavily, he was holding her hand tightly until darkness gathered around his eyes. His heart dropped when he realised thatshe is not with him anymore.

"Tsk, isn't he such a ruthless person?" Irene tried to recall again, but the memories were hazy. This time, she was able to perceive the emotions within their words... "Then, why don't you find Dæmon's main rat hole? You aren't that capable either." The first male voice sounded again, jumping to argue with the second male. Dæmon... That name had appeared three times in the conversation. With a great struggle, Irene's mind worked to recall who he was. She and this group of people seemed to have enmity with this Dæmon. If you ask why she knew that she was with this group of people, she didn't understand. It was just that this kind of conversation wouldn't be a daily chat you would have with an

Roman was full of disdain. “I’m afraid we’re in danger this time.” Heia solemnly took a deep breath. “These people seem to be demonic practitioners. Their energy feels wrong! Moreover, their energy seems to contain a hint of bewitchment, which can only appear in one great path.” The others realized the insinuation and looked at the four men in black more solemnly. “The demonic great path!” The demonic great path was extremely powerful. If the demonic path was included in the 3,000 paths, it should be at least on par with light and dark.

Excusing myself to a nearby shade, I equipped my Devourer's Mask and sunk into the shadows. 'I'll be the one to find that source of dense energy first.' At the thought of freely exploring this unbeatable quest, my heart pumped. Slowly the energy surrounding the area became so dense that the air was doubtedly breathable. [Critical Levels of Dense Energy are detected] [You are unaffected by the Demonic Fumes forming around the area] With what I remember, Demonic Fumes is highly potent air pollutant that can affect the nervous and respiratory system, and in worst cases; instant death]

“How many? When? Where?” Hermes flicks his wrist, glancing at a watch that disappears and reappears like it’s glitching through timelines. “I’ve got ten minutes—max—before I need to regroup with the demons. I’m expecting two to three platoons, so about 75 demons. All of them have magical abilities. Probably some gods in the mix too.” He exhales, tapping his fingers restlessly. “It’ll happen during the ceremony—two nights from now. I can redirect the invasion wherever you want, but I need that decision now.”

James knew he was no match for Honorius. At that moment, he catalyzed Sacrilegious Ascension, which he had not used for a very long time. Sacrilegious Ascension was the significant cultivation method of the Demonic Ape Race and had strict requirements for the physical body. This was a mysterious secret art that increases one’s strength.

After Mom took at least a few minutes hugging me and calling me things that were either insulting or very sweet, Desmond got his chance to speak. “Mrs. Black, the demons are getting more aggressive and will most probably return in greater numbers. I need you to allow me to stay here for however long it takes to cease their attacks permanently. It might take one night, or it might take an entire month. It depends on how hard they fight.”