Frost Demons Novelas e Histórias

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.

They all laughed and smiled around the table, all in on the secret, letting themselves be amused that I wasn’t. They didn’t care about me. Not truly, not the way I missed them. They didn’t miss me. Why would they miss the person who disgusted them more than rogues themselves? They were probably happy without me, at peace without having to appease their demon mutt. I sink further into the darkness, my vision blackening as I pounce on my prey. I let myself fall into the pleasure of the struggle; that’s all demons are good for, after all. I walk through the little human town with nothing but exhaustion felt through every muscle. The smell of blood is poignant to any wolf, but the humans just ke

The frost answered. It was not cold. It was warm, golden, terrible. It erupted from my palm like a sunrise, spreading across the valley, filling every corner with light. The dark elves froze mid-stride, their bodies turning to ice. The vampires crumbled, their undead flesh turning to ash. The night wraiths dissolved into mist. The fae fell from the sky, their dark wings shattering. My frost could take on different forms, more like it wasn't frost anymore. but a medium through which my faith power exerted itself. The war beasts roared and charged. I turned to them, and the frost answered again. The beasts froze mid-lunge, their bodies suspended in golden ice. They shattered into fragments, th

The small fire we had managed to start didn't flicker; it simply turned blue and died. Mord stood up, his hand on his sword. "They're here. But this isn't the army." From the swirling snow at the temple’s broken entrance, a figure emerged. It was tall, thin, and moved with a jagged, unnatural grace. It didn't have a face—only a mask of unmelting blue ice. The Unmelting Shadow. Ragnar’s personal executioner. "The King of Frost sends his regards," the creature hissed, its voice sounding like grinding glaciers. "He does not wish to kill the Vessel. He only wishes to... prune the garden."

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.

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

The girl stood completely still. “Yarsi,” she whispered, her lips curved into a smile, showing pointed fangs, a silver light sparkling in her eyes. Hoarfrost crawled to the protective dome of Radolyub and Mida, which was the first on its path. Black clots emerged from the ground and slowly moved up the energy barrier. Both mages looked around anxiously and whispered incantations. The thick substance confidently spread over their dome, gradually closing up from all sides. When she rose above human height, a frightened cry of Mida was heard. Their dome shook, began to narrow and sag. At the same time, the rest of the frost moving along the road rounded it and crawled on.

The barrier that once stood between Lyria and the rest of the world was torn by Kyante and her army was shattered, and from that tear emerged demons—grotesque beings of shadow and flame, their eyes burning with malice. The demons crawled out of the abyss, dragging themselves onto our shores, their claws digging into the earth with sickening strength. They moved like a tide of darkness, their numbers endless, filling the air with the smell of sulfur and death. They didn’t just march—these demons fed off the very land, their presence corrupting everything they touched. Trees withered and died in their wake, their leaves turning to ash, and the ground itself cracked and burned beneath their fee

I tossed it into the center of the demons, and they turned into piles of dust. The other two demons from earlier were back on their feet and they had company. Ten more demons had joined them, and they were all watching me. Ha. This is going to be fun! “Try to fight me… I’ll destroy you all.” I whispered coldly. “Ice Shower of the Void!” I hissed coldly under my breath.