Demon Of Revenge Novels & Stories

“That’s AIDS! You’re harming someone’s life!” “I saw how your son disturbed others during the movie! He even stabbed someone with a needle! That’s really despicable, how could a child be this evil?”

"I have been watching your parents long before I could communicate with you, Shandra. And I'm willing to bet big money that on the day you summoned me, the strong energy of anger, revenge, and resentment was the result of yet another abuse from them. Your father was a drunkard, your mother a conniving good-for-nothing, who would happily watch their destruction. And you know it." His black wings spread behind his back, his eyes glowing like coppery flames. "You would probably witness another episode of verbal and physical assaults, Shandra. Do you think I would stand by and do nothing? That I would watch while the people who hurt you the most in the entire world destroy you?" Shandra's mouth

Demon nodded at him. "Hire the best security and tell them to guard my boy" Demon ordered him. "Okay sir," His assistant said and left the room. Demon looked at the file and first his hand in anger. You will pay greatly for cheating on me. Whispering, this Demon walked towards his big glass window from where he can see the whole city. Demon looked at the busy city just then his eyes fell on a poster. A model was showing a revealing dress in the picture. Demon's eyes turned red in anger because the model was no other than his ex-wife Katrina whom he used to love more than his life and the same girl abandoned him and his one-day-old baby boy just because of her bullshit modeling career.

"You love me, you will have me." He made promises he wouldn't honor with a deceitfully sweet smile. "You will not need anything." His voice was enticing, his manipulation awfully cunning. He was indeed a fiend and he was asking her to sell her soul to him. Alarms bell rang warning her of the hell she was jumping in but she was too far gone to be saved. This demon was her only salvation. He was immoral and sinister but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was her revenge.

Zull gets out before thick black liquid shoots straight up from his mouth, forming into the body of giant reptile with horns and spikey hands. Zack pulls me close as the creature approaches, but I fight my way free, stepping closer to the Demon. I won't get the information I wanted but I won't let him hurt us, either. "May light prevail over evil as we stand strong and rebuke you, Demon! I banish you back to hell...forever!" I shout, understanding every word I just said again in Latin.

Everyone else stood stunned as Ruben continued to walk forward, his destination the throne. The clamour and noise created by the demons demanding to know why they should bow to him and shouting out challenges was deafening, as Ruben stepped up onto the dais and before the throne to look down upon the throng. Scribe the goblin was standing there, looking relieved to see him return and next to him a large demon, holding a huge club. “Boglan…” Kat breathed. Ruben sneered at the huge demon standing before him with an equally snide look upon his face. “Commander Boglan, we meet again.” Ruben said. “Got something to say, like the rest of this rabble?”

Keeping one thing in my mind. No matter how nice he showed himself but he's still a demon. A demon who wants nothing but to cage me. Cage me in the hell of his revenge... Will he be able to hold his possessive beast when a mare thought of her being with someone else burned his insides.

Revenge “My name is Elena Matthews,” the woman whispered, her voice trembling as she stared into Claud’s compelling blue eyes. Her fear was palpable, but under the influence of his power, she couldn’t resist the urge to speak. “I released the demon to help me kill the men who molested me and killed my family.”

This second chance wasn't just a stroke of luck—it was an opportunity for revenge. I clenched my fists, feeling the raw power surging through my veins. "Amanda," I hissed into the void, my voice echoing in the darkness. "You and your pack will pay for what you did to me." The words felt foreign yet familiar, as if they carried the weight of countless demons who had spoken through this vessel before. The demon power within me pulsed in agreement, a symbiotic relationship formed out of shared hatred and a burning desire for retribution.

she chuckled, rising to her feet, the ends of her gown lightly brushing the floor. “Pl… please have… have mercy…” he pleaded, gluing his head on the floor, but even he knew that this woman was anything but merciful. How could that word even be in her vocabulary when she was the reincarnation of the devil? She had killed his father, and since that day he thirsted for revenge. He had volunteered himself to become a spy, to know her weakness just so he could help the other empires take her down. But it had all backfired. He had been caught and now he was under the ire of this demoness.