Demon Hatred Novels & Stories

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.

Christian chided, the words escaping from clenched teeth. “I hate you!” I cried as I saw his eyes soften for just a millisecond before they hardened again. “I fucking hate you!” “Yeah, at least we’re on the same page about that. Now shut the fuck up before Mia, or worse, Valerie hears you.” “Let go of me, you monster.” I whimpered, trying to free myself from his hold. “You’re hurting me!” “Shut the fuck up.”

" After all you did to my family, you deserve to be here. You should've been given a life sentence. I can't believe it was much more shorter than that." He sniggered, but his eyes still held venom. I can't believe this, he doesn't even feel any remorse! " Now listen to me young lady... If I get out of here, I'm going to make you pay." He growled at me. I chuckled despite myself. " Get out of here? You're not getting out of here. If it's possible for me to, I would kill you myself, here. You monster." " You would even dare." Anger boiled in me, hatred consuming me. " Try me." I growled back.

Thea's betrayal was so imprinted on his soul that all he felt was hatred and anger. He wanted revenge. And he would have it. If the price was Velas, or even the whole of Raal, he was willing to pay that price. Deep underground, in that dark pit, his hatred burned brightly, like an unchained sun. And as his hatred grew, his soul darkened. Day after day, week after week, month after month, he repeated the same mantra. Teria’n, Larin, Koto, Thea. Teria’n, Larin, Koto, Thea. Teria’n, Larin, Koto, Thea. He had periods of madness, periods of self-pity, and even periods of complete calm. Sadness, anger, and pain were his daily meals and he began to enjoy them. Dem encouraged him in those feelings,

"I just saved your ass, and even for someone with a rotten character like yours, I expected you to thank me for it. " My lips turn up in a half-smirk and I fold my arms against my chest. "I'll never thank you for anything, Ford. Never. " "You shouldn't mess around with men like that, Carson. " He responds instead. "Then who should I mess around with? You? I'll pass, jerk face. I don't think that small thing in your pants is capable of satisfying me. " Hatred can be good. With hatred, there's anger and with anger, you can hide your real issues. With anger, you can easily put up on an act. Hating Emerson Ford doesn't only please me; it gives me confidence because the words of an insult thrown

How I want to kill him with my bare hands. Looking at my murderous glare his smirk widened. His eyes were shining with evilness. He is purposely doing it to humiliate me. I balled that terrible cosplay maid uniform with both hands while looking straight into his evil light brown eyes. "I'm not going to wear this filthy thing. How dare you think I will wear something like this" I said in anger while shoving that uniform straight on his face. He removed it from his face and looked at me with the same evilness. "Just because I agreed to be your maid doesn't mean I will do whatever you want to," I said in my pissed voice while stomping away from there. I just can't stand him anymore. This is the

“He craved a mate and to have her, if he has to break all boundaries, he will.” “Yeah… We all know what the lack of a mate did to him. And his curse- not to mention it requires love as well.” Daniel told them. “I don’t know why guys… But I have a feeling it wouldn’t be a bond of love.” Jessica, the strongest member of the Blood Moon pack joined the conversation. “Then which other emotion could exist between mates?” Carl asked. “It would be of dominance, pride and of course… Hatred.” “Don’t be absurd, Jessica. Hate? Between mates?” Sandra shrugged off.

Luna continued evilly. "Did you see how the abomination disrespected us while Salvatore let her? That bitch had the authority to take about us not having heirs. She mocked us in front of Salvatore's coven. She looks down on us and doesn't see us as her ruler. That filthy retch. If only I could rip her heart out. An abomination thinking she has a right to say shit to us because she's a white witch, next thing we have a rebellion." Helena angrily spoke. "I saw it too, our time will come and she'll pay for speaking out against us." Luna continued on.

I hear her rant over the phone, and I felt myself finally loose my shit. I hated the fact that she had the audacity to want to play the guilty games, that she had the guts to talk bad about Nessa who I had infact hurt and was still trying to redeem myself over,I was also angry at the fact that she had the enfontry to try to call Nessa a bitch. And most importantly, I hated the fact that she could curse at someone for doing the exact same thing she had done some years back. " first off,keep Neesa's name off your fucking mouth....and you do not get the right to call her a bitch when you are nothing less" I say through gritted teeth and I could sense that she already guessed that I had lost it.

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"