Frost Demon Novels & Stories

Powers should never be abused and only utilised in times of need. Hence, I became Sin Thompson, an identity they had created 24 years ago, the current CEO of Frostfire Solutions. Although my current age in demonic years has exceeded 200 years, I am merely a juvenile in Vernod and the other senior demons’ eyes. My movements are limited and closely monitored. I cannot use any of my demonic power while running the company and depend entirely on my wit and learning experience. In short, Vernod wants me to be a fake human, which I wholly detest.

this is tormenting me. [Demon of Sloth -Elite rank] The unique evolution of the demon race endowed with the power of sloth, one of the seven sins. ??????????? Class- Necromancer Special skill- Resurrect Sloth skill- Negate +15 INT +5 AGI OKAY choose Demon of sloth this instant! Hahaha, seven sins…. I remember fantasizing about having the power of sins. In fact, I know everything about them, this must be fate! It even has more skills than the dragon one, which means it is stronger right. Yepp obviously I won't change my decision.

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

My ears pop, and I get a slight sense of vertigo before everything returns to normal. "That'll keep your pesky mate from listening in." Darkness lingers, and the ground here has a faint layer of frost. I stare down at it. "Dean did all this?" "He has the heart of the cold winter wind." She produces a large wooden spoon from thin air and stirs her pot. "And to think, his power is dimmed here in the southern realm. He almost did Selene in. When he crosses the border into the winter realm." She shivers. "He'll be unstoppable. No wonder he took the throne. What a strong mate he will be."

The ice nest was a large, very large, roofless hall, the middle part of it was a snow-covered arena with several podiums, while the perimeter was built on a higher ground to form big steps where thousands of ice demons were sitting. Most of them were ice demons that is, Sara thought to herself as she looked into their cores, unlike the shadows demon who had a mass of black fog and the fire demons who had a little flame, the shadow demons had a mass of snow and ice as their cores, like a ball, the strongest were the ones with more ice, Sara noted, and the strongest, were the one standing in the opposite podium to the one they mounted.

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

It was the figure standing in the shadows, just beyond the altar’s reach. Asha’s breath caught in her throat. The figure was tall and imposing, draped in flowing robes of dark fabric that shimmered with an otherworldly glow. The face was hidden beneath a hood, but the presence of the figure was unmistakable. It was a spirit—a manifestation of the Frostkin's ancestors.