Demonic Frequency Novels & Stories

“Now tell me, what’s this fuss about a demon?” “He had green eyes,” Darcia was the one to reply this time. “I saw him vaguely and avoided eye-contact. But green-eyes signifies a lower level demon, right?” “That is correct, as far as we know.” Dad agreed and gave both of us a pointed look. “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.”

Does everything it needs to function… ‘You need to cum more than you need your next breath,’ I gulp with unexpected zip through my body. Only it’s not fear. It’s that same stinging, electrifying jolt. But it’s not in my head. Not in my spine. Only in the last place I expected or wanted to come to new life. I shake it away. Determined to stay in the moment. I can’t count how many times Soko’s dropped everything. Put her crap to the side to make me feel better. This is her day. All cultures practice it, but Lunamin is especially sacred to Demons for reasons that are too heartbreaking to consider amongst the rest.

His cock leaked steadily onto the white linen, soaking through the embroidery. “Please… breed me… fill me… on the altar… make me yours… fuck the prayers out of me… please fuck my ass…” The demon roared, primal, victorious and slammed home with punishing force. His tail wrapped around Damien’s cock, stroking in time with the thrusts. The ridges battered Damien’s prostate relentlessly, milking it, forcing pre-cum to spurt in rhythmic jets that darkened the altar cloth. Damien’s chant dissolved into Latin gibberish, backwards fragments mixed with pleas and moans.

With a deep breath, I released a surge of demonic energy to cremate her, a ritualistic farewell to the fallen. The moment the demonic energy surged, an immense pressure gripped me from within. Pain coursed through my veins, and I couldn't contain the scream that tore from my throat. Beads of sweat dripped down my forehead as I grappled with the overwhelming force. Teeth clenched, I desperately tried to pull the unleashed energy back, to regain control.

The paramount strength lies in the capacity to subjugate minds. Ghost-eyed individuals possessed the extraordinary ability to infiltrate and manipulate minds. They could manipulate mental states, access, create, or erase memories, and induce hallucinations. It was this formidable power that Rukky sought to unlock and have me master. Yet, regrettably, I struggled to dismantle the barriers she erected within her own mind.

/“Des and her demons may be sitting tight, trying to wait us out.” There hadn’t been any more attacks or sightings of demons from my pack for about a week now. From the missing person reports gathered over the last few months, Desdemona had been feeding every five days. She was overdue. /“Do you think she’s up and left?”/ Yuri asked. It was hard to say, but my gut was telling me no. /“I don’t think she has. I’ll have Dimitri investigate to see if there are concerning patterns popping up in other cities and states.”/

I shouldn’t be talking with hunters, and she’s risking it all by asking me for help. “Hey, your friend just walked away to help someone,” Melinda says, letting me know she can talk freely. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.” She’s talking fast, needing to get me all the details before Betty comes back over and hears. “This demon…we have no idea what it is. It’s been moving from one abandoned building to the next, and anytime someone gets near, they’ve been found dead by the next day. There have been ten deaths we’ve connected to this demon, but there could be as many as twenty-seven.” “You couldn’t confirm the other seventeen?”

After work, I quietly asked my female coworker, Lydia Simpson, "What do you do when your incubus refuses to eat?" "How is that possible?" Lydia looked surprised. "Succubi and incubi get weak if they don't feed. My incubus needs to be fed three times a week. My best friend's is even more demanding. Four or five times a week isn't enough for hers!" "They feed that much?" I thought of Raven's cold, distant features. He did not look weak in the slightest.

The frequency of death rose higher, sharper, a note that threatened to tear itself free of his flesh. I pressed the crystal against his chest and spoke the binding words. The Duskbane sigils flared silver, crimson, violet, and his body arched against the sand as the contract sank into his skin, into his blood, into the demonic heritage that made him valuable and vulnerable in equal measure. When it was done, he breathed. Shallow, weak, but steady. The frequency of death receded, replaced by the hum of binding, the resonance of service, the connection that would allow me to find him anywhere, summon him when needed, demand the knowledge he possessed.*

I changed the topic, “Millions, sex demons are categorized into, incubi and succubi, wrath demons, deception demons, demons of dispute... So many of them,” he whispered. “Ok, well I hope I can be a better leader then Eve II, I'll try but...we should get some rest, we are going to need it for later,” I chuckled “Ok, good night Lil,” he uttered. “Good night Damon,” I mumbled.