Frost Demon Oc Novels & Stories

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.

Kastriv growls, reaching out to grab my hand as a quiet reassurance that there is no chance has any interest in being set up with this stranger Atari has brought in. "My apologies," Atari grits out, before finally bothering to address me. "Aspen. You're a Demon." I straighten. I figure this was coming, since everyone with a hint of Angel-blood seems to be able to sniff it on me or something. "Oh...yes." Daisy flinches away a little, whereas all the Noble's stare. "That's such a shame, isn't it?" Atari look sad, tilting her head to the side, looking over me as if I'm wasted potential. Being around Kastriv made me forget how much most people hate Demon's.

The piece was of a famous Hero named The Dominator, she wore her trademark horned helm with a skin tight light armor bodysuit, all jetblack and her bladed whip called Aggressors Wrath that glowed with brilliantly violent power. She was standing over a Demon Lord who looked like he was smashed into his throne by the way his blood was shown splattered all over it, and there were what looked like thousands of low level Demons behind her all with broken bones or blown off limbs causing the expanse of hell to look more....hellish.

Just the mention of it caused Old Ophis’ expression to change drastically. “Of course.” Old Hagstorm’s expression was solemn, staring at Old Ophis’ eyes without a hint of humor. He repeated, “I want you to unseal and release the demon snake.” “I want to use the demon snake to resurrect the Demon Emperor for the Young Master, paving the way for him to reach the peak of cultivation and seize the opportunity for supreme immortality. At Old Hagstorm’s words, Old Ophis continued to stare at him stiffly. At that moment, the snowstorm on Mount Valdez seemed to weaken, leaving only the trail of Old Hagstorm’s voice.

Alex felt his body being lifted off the ground as a dark aura surrounded him. He felt a searing pain in his chest, and he fell to the ground, writhing in agony. His eyes turned red, his muscles bulged, and his skin began to ripple and change, taking on a dark hue. He felt an incredible surge of power coursing through his veins, and he began to convulse as the demon inside him grew more powerful. Alex was too shocked to even shout, and he watched in horror as his body began to transform. Alex tried to fight back to regain control of his body, but the demon was too powerful. It spoke to him, in a voice that was not his own, promising him untold powers and strength if he would just submit to it

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.

These demons came to my pack, harming members under my command, and now they will get a taste of their own medicine. Entering the Belltown Dome, I head straight onto the ice, carefully sliding out of the way as the demons follow me, their clawed feet scraping against the slick surface, trying to find traction. I laugh as their flailing limbs, nearly falling over myself as Odishka falls onto his face. “What in Hell’s name is this?!” He roars, trying and failing to climb to his feet. “Ice.” I state, crossing my arms over my chest and staring down at the helpless demon.

The creature paused, snarling, confused. I let the cold build inside me. Alba tried to guide me, Shape it, Aury. Don’t just unleash it— Too late. A torrent of blinding ice shot from my hands, slicing through air and bark and everything in its path. The demon reeled, stumbling backward as the frost cut deep into its flesh. But the ice didn’t stop. It kept going, arcing wild, smashing through trees, freezing ground and roots and nearly grazing the small boy still huddled near the battlefield.

It contained the emotions and desire of man which interspersed with a terrifying destructive aura that was heading toward Severin like a tidal wave. "Is that all you got?" Severin furrowed his brows and scoffed coldly. He swung the Oculus Blade to create a powerful sword beam that was nearly a thousand feet long. The bright sword beam cut through the sky and dispersed the demonic energy like a piece of cake. "Go!" Baldwin raised his arm and grabbed the air in front of him with his fingers when he saw the incoming sword beam. His fingers were shimmering with black radiance. The power of rules appeared from the void and transformed into a black demonic claw smashing toward the sword beam.