Novel & Cerita Frost Demon Oc

One against an army of fairies, he must be really powerful to defeat them all. "The demons from the hell realm broke the peace treaty and instead of sending an army, they send us their most powerful demon. There's only one demon that uses dark fog and his name is Barbas. He is a demon who feeds on fear. He weaponizes the fear and uses it against his enemies," Oslec carefully explains to us. Oslec runs towards the armory and took as many weapons as he could carry in his hands. We help him set up the traps one by one all over the house. All of the remaining fairies spread out all over the fortress to stand on guard.

Not us, anyway. Frost launches himself at the nearest shadow where it spreads like an oil spill on the scratched wooden floor. He leaps onto it, claws digging, teeth snapping. He’s like a starved wolf unleashed—biting, scratching, growling, snarling, taking out his anger on the shadow with devastating consequences. He tears right through the black shape, leaving gouges in the floor. The creature falls into shreds and evaporates, although Frost doesn’t wait around to see it disappear before he chooses his next victim.

The demon smiled charmingly at the blonde, she did not want to admit that she did not mind being protected by such a beautiful being. His skin was as white as the marble in the temples of the Moon, it seemed to be as cold as they were too. The lips were full and rosy, in addition to the long black lashes over the small, almond-shaped eyes of the demon. He was also tall, frighteningly tall. If Artemisia tried to deduce high, she'd probably say the demon was at least two meters tall.

Demon stopped tickling the little boy and looked to make sure there was no ooze on him. It was out of habit he did this, for he had not left a bit of ooze on anyone or thing since Evelynn and Gammy had done the spell on him. He looked at his hands and arms, which were black but had not oozing thick stuff falling off all around him. The ooze had solidified and now looked similar to skin only slightly thicker. Which was pretty cool because it seemed that nothing would stab through it. Demon decided he had his own suit of armor in a sense. He wore it all day, every day, and never had to remove it. Surely, a mate would be attracted to that, Demon thought.

"Did you talk to Freya? How is she?" "The pain meds are working and she didn't suffer any significant injuries despite the crash." I told him. "The pack doctor had checked up on her thoroughly and she seems to be fine. She just went to bed a while ago." "Good. Let the poor child rest." He sighed once again while rubbing a finger on his temples. "Now tell me, what's this fuss about a demon?" "He had green eyes," Darcia was the one to reply this time. "I saw him vaguely and avoided eye-contact. But green-eyes signifies a lower level demon, right?"

"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.

“Three against one? You really think that’s enough?” “Bring it tootz!” They growled. “That’s Alpha you bunch of flea bitten mutts.” I let my aura start to leak out and slightly overpower theirs combined. “Or you can just call me Demon.” I said as I flashed my fangs and watched all of them go pale and run away. I never get to have any fun.

Unknown P.O.V "That fucker almost broke my arm!" A very dirty-looking man cries hiss as he thinks about his encounter with one of the badass omegas he has ever met in his life. "Who did this?" the man sitting at the computer desk said after puffing out the smoke from his cigarette. He sounds boring as he looks at the man. He is sure about some badass Alpha kick his man ass.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

“Demon flame art: Purga!” All of the demons in the cube erupted in the same green flame. They withered away, but more too their place. “Fine then.”, she said, as a dagger appeared in her hand. She raised it up and mad e a single stroke down. “Antaroq Eznon Dymor!”