Novel & Cerita Frost Demon

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.

Startled, Susie gripped my hand tightly and moved closer to me. It was as if the flames were melting the frost slowly but surely… Soon the ice and frost that covered his body had all vaporized. I expected Alex to flutter his eyelids look at us or maybe move a bit. But, nothing of that sort happened. I watched in horror as his hair vaporized… then his forehead.. then his eyes… nose…mouth…Soon he appeared headless. “Eva…what is happening? Please do something…” Susie whispered as her nails dug into my hands.

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.”

"You won't get a single blood from me," Arth said as he unsheathed Frostcalibur, facing six, armed demons. They had muscled bodies with rough burnt skin, wide wings, and long tails. Their armors screamed in black metal, their capes burning red. One of them was dressed in a dark purple cloak, with a long staff in his hand. The others were armed with dual machetes.

The Demon, who had been hovering menacingly behind Xavier, slumped to the ground, a defeated foe. Falkor offered an exceptional handgun, its design hinting at occult craftsmanship, with an air of steadfast command. "Forged by divine methods to slay these demonic beasts," he stated, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "Let us cast them down into the depths of hell, where they belong." Falkor's eyes were filled with wrath as he launched a merciless volley of shots at the advancing Demons. Each shot held a potent blend of satisfaction and insatiable need, reflecting the intense desire to demolish the Demon's Army.

Daimon noticed Frost approach, sniffing the air. “I smell blood. What happened to you?” Frost asked through their mental link. “My paw’s broken, and I’m going to need you to do something for me,” Daimon replied, lying down and relinquishing control to Taylor. Even though he knew it wasn’t the right moment, Andriel couldn’t help but notice Taylor lying naked on the leaves in front of him. Frost, who had been standing on his hind legs, lowered himself onto his front paws, bringing his snout closer to Taylor.

He was the one who was neither a human nor a Dark Race. He owned the Apocalyptic Legion that had Rank 8 Zombies. Godly Boxer, Steel Limbs, Polar Ice, Petrification, and Ghastly Sword. Of course, Skeletal Lady did not exist at that time. The demon himself was already very terrifying. He could fly high in the air, cross over monumental buildings as if he were walking on low ground, and cross streams and oceans. Everything was beneath his feet. "He is Lucas the Demon. How dare you guys block Demon senior's path? I guess you guys just don't appreciate your lives," Kate said arrogantly.

“She’s a Dominican Ice Wolf.” Aleiscter’s mouth falls open. “What?” “Yes,” she whispers. “Long thought extinct. But there’s no mistake… only their kind can summon frost like that with raw emotion. That strength, that chill...it’s their birthright.” I blink slowly, as my heart beat faster. Dominican Ice Wolf? What the hell… am I? Granny never told me this. The Luna instantly begins saying words I don't understand again, and the frost halts mid-creep. The air stills. The pain recedes like a tide pulling away from the shore. I collapse on my knees, heaving loudly, my body trembling from the storm it just endured.

They hit the silver light curtain and fell down with a muffled sound. "The Demon-killing Cover of Mysterious Frost?!" The Demon King with Magical Eyes became greatly frightened. The Demon-killing Cover of Mysterious Frost was a well-known imprisonment formation in the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost. It was said to be taught by the God of War of Mysterious Frost in the Northern Region according to the legend; it was specially designed for killing demons. It played an incredible restraining role for the skills displayed by most demons. When the disciples in the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost planned to kill demons, they set such an imprisonment formation beforehand and then strangled demons.

From the center of the largest crystal pillar, a towering humanoid figure began to take shape. The Frost Sovereign was a nightmare in frozen architecture. It was twelve feet high, its body made of living, semi-transparent glacial ice that glowed with a cold, pale blue luminescence. Its head was crowned with horns of jagged frost, and where its eyes should have been, two bottomless pits of absolute, pitch-black void burned with frozen malice. In its massive, crystalline hand, it held a broad-bladed spear carved from a single, ancient icicle that radiated absolute zero—a temperature so cold it froze the ambient oxygen in the air into falling crystals of solid blue dust.