Demonic Frequency Novels & Stories

While he didn’t appreciate the offer, he understood it had been done out of some misplaced sense of empathy. Still, even today, he failed. Demonology was the most boring of all the classes. Drent, the instructor in charge, had them learning everything they could about as many demons as they could. So far, the man had covered only ten demons in detail and roughly twenty in passing. Kilvic, however, found nothing new, and was always forced to battle with a drowsiness born of boredom while the man taught and the risk of whispering answers beyond the instructor’s observation whenever one of his friends was asked a question they couldn’t answer.

Aesop shouted at one sexy and seductive female demon, “Sing your spectral song. The brass bell in this brat’s hand is very good and it can shock people’s hearts.” “Ah, ah, ah—!” The obedient sexy female demon started singing at once. ‘God d*mn it!’ Alex had never heard such an unpleasant sound. It was like two wire saws pulling on each other. It agitated the listeners and made them want to curse while stomping their feet. Not only the humans like the few of them felt so, those demons could not stand it either. Several big demons held their heads. “Listening to this sound gives me a headache! This must be the most unpleasant sound in the world.”

Taka asked. Linux went silent for a moment and then only said one statement, ‘Demonic Beast’ Demonic beasts were vicious organisms that were scattered everywhere across the Radiance Continent and resided in dark places. They were not humans, magical beast and even not those ordinary animals. They were a type of a very vicious existence which fed on domesticated animals and humans. The more larger it was, the more formidable its strength was. As for those ordinary demonic beast, they were merely savage but for those higher level demonic beast, they could nevertheless transform into the shape of a human. They could then conceal themselves inside the area where the humans live and used this opp

Despite the morbid topic of discussion, my lips curl up. "Demons are supernaturals who practises dark magic. As far as I know they are rare. Not everyone can practise magic and stay sane. But they are powerful because demonic powers on top of their inherent ones makes them more powerful than an average supernatural creature and sometimes stronger ones too." I have no doubt about their power because I saw Zenith literally ending Hansika’s life who was supposedly the best witch in aunt Jade’s academy. This thought doesn’t give me any solace. It only fills me with dread and more anxiety.

he replied calmly, not even winded, “we can’t afford to disrupt the energy right now.” “Any unnatural means of travel could attract attention or worse, interfere with the veil between realms,” he added. Before I could argue further, he added, “Oh, and Lilith mentioned she’s starting to summon more incubi and succubi to walk through the realms… one for each individual.” I blinked, surprised. “More of them? For what?” “She’s targeting those who harbor fear,” Damien explained. “The more fear they feel, the more entities she sends. She’s doubling the visits to those who are the most vulnerable. And so far, they’re responding exactly as she hoped.”

“Please there must be a way to break the bind between me and the demon.” “One problem at a time.” Lupa said. “The demon is bound to you but there’s a limit to that bind. The demon needs to feed so even if you decide not to kill any more people and just leave the demon on ice like that, it’ll still have to feed so it’ll break off the bind and run wild looking for who to devour. At least, while under your control it only had to eat once every three days but out of your control it can eat five people in a day.”

Strange heartaches, periodic blackouts, schizophrenic episodes that came and went like a tide with no moon to answer to — Deimon was losing it, and the worst part was that he knew it. He hadn't called for the warm comfort of any maidens. His wolf had lost its appetite entirely, that ancient lustful hunger replaced by something older and darker he couldn't name or cage. It sat inside him like a splinter buried too deep to reach. It was just him alone in the cave, In total silence except for the echoing low acoustic rhythm of a record spinning in the corner — a healing frequency, they said, one that would align his energy and stitch his mind back to itself. Deimon doubted every note of it. But

I said deliberately, "It isn't your fault. Allison's death isn't your fault, your father's death isn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong, sometimes we just have to accept things no matter how ugly they are." The agony I saw in his eyes made my heart break but I didn't stop speaking, "That's just how life is; one minute you have everything you could possibly want and the next you're being dragged down into this never ending pit of darkness. But you see, the dark isn't all that bad, once you accept it, once you stop panicking, you realize that the darkness is actually a part of you and you can't really fear something that is a part of you. You know, I've always s

from the Spire, just repurposed for the deep. "Dante, give me your hand," I commanded. "Zora, I’m empty... I’ll just drain you..." "Give me your hand!" Dante reached out, his fingers locking with mine. I didn't try to pull power from him. I did the opposite. I used the "Trench-Frequency"—the heavy, silver weight I’d picked up in the Atlantic—and I pushed it into him. I used my own core as a transformer, turning the toxic mercury into a frequency Dante could actually use.

A few minutes later she hangs up and gulps at the water. “Gods, I love that language but it’s hard to talk in for that long.” Ash looks at her and raises an eyebrow, she smiles, “Demonic. It changes four times a day, it’s two languages that are intertwined, each for six hours at a time. But it strains the voice after a while.” He nods, Demonic, huh? “At least Benny speaks English, I couldn’t manage Draconic after that.” She gulps some more water and Kai hums, “Why use the phone, and not your com?” She smiles,