Demonic Frequency Novels & Stories

She told them about the three-day offer she had given Obsidian and the two days they actually had. Then she told them about the fifth frequency. She explained it plainly, the way she explained everything now, without softening the risk or overstating the certainty. A fifth frequency woven into the harmony structure before the four pack frequencies ran through her. Theoretically possible. Edric believed she could hold it. If it destabilized the channel the backlash radius was partially contained by a structure Edric had built into the ritual's outer framework. Partially. She let that word sit. Nobody spoke for a moment after she finished.

‘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.

The lives of demonic beasts and demons were quickly disappearing every minute and second. Their flesh and blood were absorbed and refined at a terrible speed. "Save me, who will save me..." "Supreme Devil, I was wrong. I was really wrong. Please give me a chance to redeem myself. I won't make any mistakes again..." "Ah, it hurts, hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" The demonic beasts and fiendish demons shrieked in pain. They were already unconscious and their flesh and blood were constantly being absorbed by the mysterious and strange chains, turning into fertilizer to nourish Dragon Fiend City.

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

(Eric) He smiled as he said this, and at the same time I also felt the fluctuations of demonic and death energy in the area, T.A.S inside my head give me a warning that there were 6 Tiers 6 Demons and 4 Tier 6 Undeads rushing to where I am. “..GGUUOOO!!!!..”. (Tier 6 Demon)

demon:- your power to do calculations and show you the future but in reality things change and you can not see the exact future, you can only see the exact future for some hours or minutes, but you didn't tell me how you know about my power. Johan:- when I see your future, it was only one probability, in which you lose, but I saw almost 64 Possibilities in which you win 50 possibilities. nami:- explain to me what he is saying. demon:- to win I kill myself 63 times to know the location of the card, that is what he is talking about. the demon was talking to johan, but something unexpected happen.

David asked. He wanted to see what kind of race the Sky Demons were since only Origin Realm Almighties could pose a threat to them. “You might see a dead one. The Sky Demons' attack is unpredictable. Generally speaking, a small-scale attack can occur once every few hundred years, and a large-scale attack can occur once every tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years. It's been a long time since the Sky Demons last attacked—less than three hundred years—so they will definitely not come again in a short period.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

"You're afraid that there will be no future, right?" The Demonic Dragon's soul hummed in agreement. The appearance of the two souls at the same time was a sign of Qi-deviancy Derangement. It was dangerous enough to do so once. Therefore, it relied on the strong willpower of Samuel and the suppression of the two True Gods to suppress the Demonic Dragon's blood and restore Samuel. But would they still be so lucky next time? It was clear that even though it couldn't be eliminated, the probability was extremely low.

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.