Demonic Frequency Novels & Stories

She replied to Lydia. “What about Daydra?, ewww, I hate that bitch, just saying her name I want to puke” Lydia says. “Demonic said he force fed it to her, shame he’s dead he was a good fuck” she told Lydia, as they both giggled. “It's been working but they need the last dose for it to work properly?” Lydia asked “Yeah, that’s what Ricky's mother said, the first dose will work but it will be weak, the second dose will seal the bond” she replied casually.

fi lm and fi ction, many Christians think, for example, that demonic attacks occur in the form of hideous beings assaulting people, possessing them, and making green slime run down walls and stairs. While such events do happen, they are relatively rare among all the ways the demonic forces operate. Evil is insidious, a Trojan horse that destroys from within, degrading people’s thoughts, intentions, and will to lead the righteous life. Evil often operates through people, in the murder, mayhem, oppression, and violence people wreak on one another. Several years ago, in my introduction to my Encyclopedia of Angels, I affi rmed my belief in angels. I also believe in demons. One does not exist w

Byron cackled, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "Think you can run from it? These desires come from inside you, from your own body, your own heart. The Demonic Art reaches beyond death itself. There is no escaping it." He let out a cold, satisfied sneer. Suddenly, a massive cloud of black mist, threaded through with a sickly pink haze, exploded outward and blanketed the entire sky above the Umbral Peak Sect.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

He sat down, tucking one leg under himself. “So, why did you summon me?” I shrugged. “No idea. How about a snack?” I pulled the twitching assassin up and threw him inside the pentagram. Argadon nimbly caught the sacrifice, smelled him, grinned, and put him down. “Later. Did he come for you?” “You bet.” “So, whom did you displease?” I snorted. “A funny expression.” “Demons can visit all worlds, if not voluntarily, then through summoning.” “And how often are you summoned?”

"How dare a puny human attempt to kill us!" "What a big talk!" "The evil is boundless, and all the spirits are destroyed!" "With my life, sacrifice!" "Boom..." In an instant! The ten demon generals chanted some strange incantations loudly. As these incantations appeared, the demonic energy on their bodies began to change wildly. This change was violent, surging, and soaring! At the same time! Their life force continued to decline! It was as if they had paid a huge price to display some secret skill.

Lucas activated his Immemorial Demonic Script, and the entire underground palace was filled with demonic aura. Demonic clouds that made one’s scalp tingle appeared as well. Humans had human aura, while Dark Race beings had evil aura. As for Lucas, he had demonic aura! After Lucas activated the third level of his Immemorial Demonic Script, the Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen began to tremble in fear from the 'demonic' pressure. The intense pressure was suffocating them.

I can't stop the words from whining out of my mouth. "I just want my freedom, just let me go, Dimitri, I have nothing to give you," I said nervously and the entire demeanour change at my statement, his eyes grow darker red than I've ever seen. Instantly, his hand went around my already damaged throat, instantly cutting off my air supply. I immediately reach for his strong hands, trying to pry them away, but can't. I can ever feel the pressure of my bones threatening to crack underneath his hands. He doesn't say a word. Only glares at me and my soul as if he's reading me like an open book while watching me fight for my life. A small creeps onto his lips as he watches, and something flashes in

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.