Demon Hatred Novels & Stories

“With every single rib of my body, Miss.” Traces of tears found their way to my eyes. “There was a demon with me who was always busy hurting me. He was abusive and really disgusting. I hate him so much.” Even at his mention, I felt really disgusted. Hatred had crept me up. I never wanted to remind him. He was a monster. One of the worst things of my life. He nodded and pulled me in his embrace. Stroking my hair, he hugged me tightly. “I know. It was really hard for you, wasn't it? I am sorry."

Helen asked, finally snapping out of her shock. “Because it would stand to reason that a man who either hates half of himself because of what it is or hates his father for abandoning him because it’s clear that his mother married someone who was not his father that he would have a chip on his shoulder. Taking it out on all supernatural creatures would make sense if he discovered that he was a demon and somehow blamed everyone supernatural for whatever he hates in himself or his father.” “That does make sense,” both Randy and Helen agreed. “I suppose none of us are getting close enough to the Huntsman to ask him whether it’s himself or his father that he hates,” Helen said.

They were not of the same and could not be mixed as one single thing. But now, most people had already regarded the two as one thing, especially ordinary people, who were full of hatred and fear for Demons. They thought that Demons were brutal, bloodthirsty, treacherous, and deceitful. In fact, they were not. Most Demons were very friendly, who also had feelings and hoped to coexist with human beings.

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!!

But, the devil found his son, and raised him to be a proper demon. Life as a half-demon and half-human wasn't an easy one for Lucas. The other demons always made jest of him, reminding him everyday that his human mother rejected him, and that he had no place in hell. This caused Lucas to be mad with rage, and he hated humanity. As a result of this hatred for mankind, Lucas went on a killing spree, crushing everything that lay in his wake. He destroyed dozens of villages, and even killed those of his kind. This continued until the demons and other supernatural beings feared him so much that even the whispers of his name rained terror on them.

She looked up into the eyes of the man that was now something more and weakly groaned out, “I still hate you.” Young gave her a devilish smirk and replied, “I know lil mama, but that means you also still love me. Ain’t that right?” He quirked his head at her, regarding her fucked out form. Asha turned her head away, unwilling to satisfy that question with an answer she wasn’t ready to acknowledge. She was both grateful and resentful of his return. He’d damn near destroyed her as just a human, she was scared to find out what he do now as a demon.

When my real parents found me and I discovered that I was a legitimate heir all along who should’ve been living a privileged life, I hated Micah for stealing the wealth and glory that should've been mine. "Then, I learned you took Nancy's wealth and privilege too. I couldn't help but see you as being just like Micah. I felt an instinctive hatred toward you. It was as if despising you was the only thing that would make me feel like everything was finally right in the world. "A real heir should be with another real heir, so I moved in with Nancy. Beyond that, it was also because Nancy was my first love, the one I could never have. She left me for Micah all those years over money, and I was bit

And he had been dreaming of a no fucking way it's gonna happen future. Fuck. He loved him, too. The fire started to dissipate. Doll wasn't sure what to expect when he could finally see but it wasn't the demon curled up in ball next to a stricken-looking Hades. "You don't love me anymore!" The demon was wailing. "I fucking hate you!" Hades's eyes were bloodshot. "I'm going to fucking destroy you!" His paws were in fists. Doll moved fast. "There's no need for that. It didn't work. I'm still here."

“You’re wrong...” “I DIDN’T LOVE YOU! I WILL NEVER LOVE YOU!! WHY WOULD I LOVE SOMEONE WHO KILLED MY MOTHER?!!” “What?? W-What are you t-talking about? I didn’t kill anyone...” I swear, I didn’t kill anyone. He’s mad at me? I do not know why and I am confused by what he said that I killed his mother. I can not kill a person... I can’t do that. “Don’t lie to me, Eunice! I hate it when someone lying on me! You’re such a demon!!” I bit my lower lip, did I hear it right? H-He call me d-demon?