Demonic Frequency Novels & Stories

Ceremony, slap, abuse, blood. He wasn't a human. His demons didn't consume him as he himself was a demon. Remembering everything she again started feeling sick as she wanted to throw up. The restroom's door opened revealing Gareth all ready to go to office. Her eyes welled up as a new form of fear engulfed her senses. She wanted to stay away from that demon. "Feeling well?" He didn't even glance at her for once as he was wearing his wrist watch standing before the dresser. Ava didn't answer as if she stepped down from the bed she would collapse because of lack of strength. She wasn't feeling well.

Like a specter, he weaved through the demon's blind spots, striking at its vulnerable joints with surgical precision. Each strike sent shockwaves of pain through the demon's body, threatening to unravel its very essence. As the battle reached its peak, the demon unleashed its most devastating attack. It reared back, drawing upon its immense power, and released a wave of infernal energy that rippled through the battlefield. The ground cracked, molten lava erupted, and dark clouds swirled overhead, heralding the unleashing of its wrath. Edna, Marcus, and Derek fought against the chaotic onslaught, their unity becoming their shield against the relentless assault.

All three demons recoiled at once, as if an explosion had shoved them back. I saw fear in their eyes. Demons. Creatures of the underworld who fear nothing and no one. They were afraid of the disfigured omega who, five seconds earlier, had been a trembling bundle against a tree. Emili stood. But not the way a person stands. She *unfolded,* like a shadow stretching in reverse — fluid, unnatural. Her mouth opened, and a sound came out that was neither human nor animal: a deep hiss vibrating on frequencies that made every hair on my body stand on end.

Lysan felt a huge lump in his throat and he looked away. "Lysan." Dyleon grabbed his arm. "What does he want?" "He wants—" Lysan swallowed. "He wants me." Dyleon's face went white. "What?" “He said he was going to help me, but on one condition. Me. I'd be at his beck and call when he needs it.” The words tasted bitter in Lysan's mouth—how convenient. The Demon King Lysan killed in his previous life was after him now—and it wasn't good.

The darker sky became dim like a small amount of light could be seen. " Look, I think Thamer was summoning an another demons out from his body!" Drake mumbled. Thamer's eyes glowed in the dark like a blazing fire. His body was gradually dividing into not one but more than five parts, getting out from his body one by one. He's roaring sounds became louder when a number of entities were coming out from his limbs. His never ending screams almost destroyed their eardrums. One demon...! Two demon...! Three demon...!

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.

"You'll see when it's time, I'm going to the g/c's office now and when I do, you'll be outside recording the entire conversation I am about to have. Okay?" "Okay, Senior" "Don't call me that". He pointed and walked away. I followed. Daniel Jegede was tall, muscular and dark skinned, he had a maturely handsome face and looked more like a twenty year old than a seventeen year old. He had the long confident stride of a basketball and the arms of a wrestler. I started to wonder if he had used those hands to strangle Lola to death or if he was going to strangle me to death. I made it my business to walk at a safe distance from him in case I needed to start running for my dear life.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

“Tell me, King of Hell... what’s got you so desperate you’d crawl to a man who bathes in well water and eats bark for breakfast?” Paimon’s jaw tightened. “You have knowledge that others do not.” “And yet,” Faust mused, resting one boot atop the other, “you still tried to kill me five minutes ago.” “You swung first.” “I read the room.” Their glares locked again, but something colder had replaced the heat. Alice raised her hand like a confused student. “Sorry, quick question—what exactly is ‘demonic energy’ and why does it sound like it’s going to kill me?”

Trigger warning: pain, mentions of animal foul play /Lukas POV/ I inhaled sharply as soon as I stepped in the dark soil of Caligo. Every time I am visiting the hellions my power intensifies. As the land was built your only for containing the chaos and by the strongest of all demons it caused the surge of power. They were already aware of my visit because it was a matter of urgency. I could not avoid Fang any longer and let him sit alone in the dark cellar all by himself. If something was wrong with him I need to know so that I can help him get better.