Demon Hatred Novels & Stories

The demon was thrilled for two extremely powerful spiritual pressures coming after him, and he'd been wanting more excitement ever since his last brawl against Hayze. The excitement trickled away when the demon turned around, disgusted to see two black women as his opponents. "Sending monkeys after me is one thing... but just tell me ya ain't that Tubman monkey." The Hooded Demon's deep accent expressed hatred, his red spiritual aura began to expand with his anger. "I was expecting that boy from last time." Harriet coughed up a soft chuckle, giving a confident laugh at the demon that eased a few of Phuture's nerves.

“What do you want, Alpha? I know you do not sssimply misss my company.” “Yes, indeed, I do.” “I notice that with all your newly acquired powersss, your ssson ssstill remainsss alive.” As she says it, a flicker of dark hatred passes through her expression. Ever since Kaeden decimated some of her fellow demons and friends, she has borne a deep hatred for him. As well as a deep fear. And that is probably the reason why she hasn’t moved against him the way she moves against people she hates. “We have a bigger problem at the moment than ensuring his death which will come shortly, I assure you.”

My breath hitched and the tears flowed again. Oh my God, it's Helen! I cried profusely in silence. Fear, anger and sadness mixed into one. Revenge begins to take over the heart. I will not let the two demons who killed my friend live in this world. Even in the spirit realm. They must die! I took a deep breath. Stand up and re-establish your heart. Then walked into the building full of hatred.

And somewhere in that awful silence, with my cheek wet against the floor and my body emptied out by rage, one thought stayed alive longer than all the others. Hatred. Pure, clean, lucid hatred. For Sarah, the devil called my sister.

They knew if he heard me screaming in pain, they could easily take him down. “I knew I needed to get rid of you and that bastard child, fast. Right then, Abbadon came to me with an offer I knew I couldn't resist. For a foolish demon, he sure had a good reasoning for the first time in his life. Though I despised demons with everything in me, I knew I had to set aside my feelings... At least until I get the job done. I think you have a fair idea of what that job was. wanna know the funniest thing, I killed the fucking demon right after doing the job. No matter how smart he claimed to be, that doesn't change my opinions about them. I knew I couldn't work with him, a demon. You see, my second mo

Title- Hate Alora sat down scared stiff; she wasn't sure of what to do. One thing she was sure however was the fact that a sudden hatred was gnawing at her heart. She could feel herself boiling... How could he? Of course,it was normal for a demon to be like that,but how could he? Tears trickled down her cheeks, gently at first and then it came in torrents.. Heavy spams racked her being as she sobbed her eyes out. She had always crushed on Lord Zemia... He was cold and handsome,but she couldn't deny that she loved him. Now how could she continue? With her findings, could she? She felt like committing murder at that moment. 'Arrrgghhh!!!' She screamed in anger and frustration,all in one... She

a satisfied, malicious grimace appeared on his face, “just before his death, your precious dad crap himself ... - Shut up! Rathar roared, clenching his fists angrily. Fierce malice and hatred - that's what began to be born in the chest of a young demon. He was ready to endure attacks against him, he was ready to endure humiliation, but not insults against his father. He will not allow his memory to be tarnished with these disgusting slander. Everything Arahssharets said is not true! Eyes covered with a veil of anger ... Everything happened in a matter of moments... A loud bang followed by a long groan filled with pain. Again a clap, again a groan, an explosion, screams and groans, swearing i

"Don't worry though, it'll be pouring off of you by the time I'm through." "I do not fear you, I will never fear you, or anything you could do to me." She choked out. The demon laughed. “Mmmm. So feisty. I’m curious to see if I can make that fire burn like it was the last time we were here together. After all, I did promise you I would finish what we started, and I’d hate to disappoint you, my sweet.” The demon pushed its pelvis into her, and she involuntarily closed her eyes in disgust. "The only fire that will burn for you is that of hatred and revenge." She said through clenched teeth as she opened her eyes again.

She had never hated a person as much as she hated that demon bastard, even when her brother tried to poison her, she never once hated him, but that demon triggered that vicious emotion within her. Not only did he kill her son, he adamantly refused to give over her child’s corpse to her. Even till the very end that selfish thing refused and those eyes of his… he claimed that he loved him but even within the depths of his so-called love she could see the blazing hatred in his eyes. Even till death, her son’s spirit wasn’t allowed to rest in her bosom but in his killer’s?! What sin did her son commit… that simple child, what did he ever do!!

Bilzarth stared at the lifeless form sprawled on the floor, a rare flicker of uncertainty etched in his face. She was a beauty, and he would have enjoyed his time with her if only she had not been so defiant_never, in centuries had any mortal dared challenge him, and now it's only a matter of time before their hatred for him overcomes their fear of death. A low, guttural growl brewing in his chest_like empty barrels rolling downstream, crimson rings of fire in the black abyss of his eyes as the growl tore from his mouth in a full roar, fangs bared. The humans, eyes shut, scammed under the table for safety, hands clapped against their ears as the demon’s roar reverberated off the walls.