Frost Demon Oc Novels & Stories

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!”

These dresses are all bright colors and plain looking. I prefer wearing the ones with dark colors but with silver or golden linings to show that I’m not just a no one. Back then, my face is just enough for me to stand out because everyone knows me as the Demoness Alpha, but now that I have no name and is only regard as Helion’s disciple, and the fact that I’m using someone else’s face, if I want to stand out, I at least have to do something about what I wear.

Though he didn’t think he minded the half-scaled, winged version that was glaring at him right now. "I had the luck of those hit toms you left for me and Hades's crystal boosting my odds. And it's Orangelo, not Mango." "You got lucky. I can read this circle and you still only had 50-50 odds. And I prefer Mango. Orangelo makes you sound like a frozen dessert on a stick." The demon licked Jinx's neck. "And that's not what you taste like." Jinx calmly put his deck in the pouch he carried at his side, took a few steps back and did a jump front kick to Lexi's chin. "Personal space, demon. You aren't my type."

"Not her. You need to step down." "Fuck you, Storm-Treader!" Claws gripped me tightly, cutting into my skin as the demon's face warped to show me the true monster underneath. Her jaw had unhinged, split down the middle like a beetle's mandibles but human and lined with spikes. Her pupils forked, sharp and alien, in the purple of her iris and the black of her sclera, as a mane wrapped around her head like a lion, cat-like nose twitching, black fur twisting down her exposed arms and back. Her horns jutted ugly and ram-like from her forehead in a pair of three, making it look like a twisted crown. "This cunt is mine, and I will not yield! Come, say the words!"

"What happened?" He took a deep breath. "He's grown up and become an Alpha of the pack. He's free from resentment and sadness. Now, he seeks revenge. He became heartless and mercilessly killing the innocent and defenseless Wolves. His demonic wolf has grown now and very powerful, pushing him to conquer different packs. The more worrying now is with each new enemy he encounters, his death become even closer. Once he died, the process will be finalized, and he will return as a Demon Alpha God to unleash widespread destruction."

"Look at the cascade pattern! It's not stabilizing. It's amplifying! You're triggering positive feedback loop!" Maya watched the displays in horror. Temperature in Northern Europe dropping. Southern Africa rising. Ocean currents destabilizing. Atmospheric pressure zones collapsing. "How long until we know if it works?" she asked. "Twelve minutes," Dr. Vance said, reading the quantum processor output. "Full global propagation takes twelve minutes. After that, either the system stabilizes or..." She didn't finish. "Or everyone dies," Daniel completed. "Instant freeze. You said one wrong adjustment kills the planet."

Wind whipped up around us in heavy, howling gusts that bent the trees and snuffed half the candles. Dirt and leaves swirled in a vortex, stinging my eyes, but I didn't let go. Astraea roared inside me, her warrior strength fusing with the healing light, pushing deeper. The demon resisted, Roman’s body bucking so hard the wheelchair creaked, threatening to break apart. "Leave him now!" I commanded, my voice booming with power. With a final, agonizing push, it ripped out of him. A thick black mass erupted from Roman's mouth and chest. It was smoky, writhing like living ink, lashing at the air with god-awful shrieks. The wind howled louder, nearly knocking Tara off her feet.

Terrifyingly calm and eager to face this Alpha. Tavian backs away from the two and gives them the signal to begin. But neither man moves. Garron's aura is still, this is beyond calm, he doesn't even register Dorian as a threat. Dorian sees this and his aura spikes and ripples violently as he draws power from his wolf. His fingers turn to claws and his teeth to fangs as releases a blow no doubt harder than anyone he's thrown before. The blow makes contact with a Garron's chest, sending a small shock wave through the arena. There's no way an Omega survives that is what we all thought, yes, including me, but Garron was unfazed.

Coldly, he pointed at me and Maria and continued to scold, "Then explain why your 'friends' know. Never mind, I don’t want to hear your excuses." As soon as he finished speaking, Fred sneered and raised his hand. In the darkness, the figure of a demon materialized. It had the head of an ox and the body of a horse, emanating an oppressive, suffocating stench. Its skin was like decaying swamp, covered in sores and bloodstains. Its enormous ox-like head was dotted with glowing crimson eyes that gleamed with cruel malice. A long, forked tongue flicked out of its mouth, carrying the pungent smell of rot, as though it might devour everything in its path at any moment. The grotesque creature stood