Frost Demons Novelas e Histórias

Dried completely I dressed myself. “I will give you happiness,” Frost asserted, and I smiled at him. “Are there female Frost warriors?” I inquired. Shaking his head slowly he said with a playful smile, “You can be the first but you will have to fight and win Boris.” Cooking my eyebrow I asked curiously who Boris was. Frost climbed out of the river chuckling. After he dressed he leaned his face before mine and I could see the stubble on his chin. “Boris is my pet polar bear,” he said and I snorted while I laughed but then paused.

--- At the heart of the valley stood an altar—ice-covered, cracked by time, and carved with the same sigils Aria had seen on the Obsidian Wolf’s remains. It pulsed faintly beneath the snow. The fragment was beneath it. As they approached, the wind roared back to life. But this time, it wasn’t whispering. It was screaming. Figures emerged from the snow around them—ghosts made of frost and memory. Shimmering warriors with hollow eyes and spectral weapons. Some wore Crescent armor. Others bore the marks of Kael’s old enemies. All were dead, and yet all were here, summoned by the fragment’s corrupted influence.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

At its center a towering formation of black ice spiraled upward like a throne carved from frozen night. And around it chains. Not metal. Ice. Veins of dark frost stretched outward in every direction… disappearing into nothing. Or— everywhere. “The network,” Jake said. The Crown Court Figures emerged from the shadows. Tall. Still. Wrapped in frost that moved like living armor. Their eyes glowed faintly blue. Not human. Not anymore. At the center one stepped forward. Different. Stronger. Watching. “You made good time,” the leader said. His voice echoed without sound—felt more than heard.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

I yell, hearing the quartz finally shatter and hundreds of demons are now see beginning to charge towards us! Five seconds, Five Seconds, FIVESECONDS!! All types and shapes, colors, and beings frighteningly gained their way to the middle of the bridge. Yielding swords, axes, bows, snapping jaws and even some two horned goat looking guy! This was my first time ever seeing demons since Bahm had started allowing me in. IT WAS A HORROR!!! I was frozen in fear. Bahm suddenly throws me to the farthest end away from him and stands in front of my body, trying to perform a spell.

He knew that the other party had activated a domain, and he had responded in kind. Lucifer's eyes widened in shock as his mighty Frostlight Domain crumbled beneath the unyielding might of his opponent's unknown domain. The blood-red domain that engulfed the vast Sapphire city was a behemoth of power, surpassing even his own Frostlight Domain, which had once held a top 50 ranking.

Then, they started digging the graves, silent, sullen, and expressing their tender feelings for the demons in the most explicit form. Of course, their affections included such things as driving swords, sabers, daggers, and other piercing and slashing weapons through their bodies in a particularly perverted manner. Keep dreaming, boys. Then the army returned back to camp, hand in hand. Nobody felt like a winner. I sent a messenger to Tevarr, informing them that their force had been beaten, that they would have to pick a new king, oh, and that the crown is attached—one of the demon’s idea of amusement had, apparently, included impaling Kristof’s head on the top of a small fir-tree and decorati

“No, what does it mean?” “Lucy is one of the Cambions, the half demons, the ones prophcied to kill the Nephilim.” Ornais pointed out, staring off. Daniel had no idea what he was talking about. He knew about the prophecy but he never really paid attention to what it really said. All he knew was that if he managed to fuck up collecting Abigial’s soul Azazel, Abaddon, and Lucifer would have not only his head but Elizabeths as well. Now that the deal with the Seven was secure, Daniel no longer had to play their little game.

I hate it when people gave me that pitiful look. To my greatest surprise,I looked back at him and I realized he was the boss of one of the deadliest mafia gangs in Italy. The Silicon's so as they call themselves. Infact,he was the most feared and scary of them all. He pities no one and kills anyone who crosses path with him. He is Antonio Lorenzo. Antonio is standing right before me,staring right into my soul and I'm here lying like a vegetable on the bed. "What do you want from me boss? I haven't done anything to you. I haven't crossed your path boss." I begged even before death came knocking on my door.