Novel & Cerita Vengeance Of The Heavenly Demon

Vincent shouted, his voice dripping with venom. He stepped back just enough to prepare another attack, his face marked by determination. "And unlike you, who murdered your own brother behind his back, I will end you right before your eyes, so that the last face you see is mine, as you sink into the darkness of your own disgrace!" Vincent continued trading blows with his uncle when, in a dirty move, the man stabbed him in the ribs. The blade pierced the flesh, and a groan of pain escaped Vincent’s lips. Even so, with fury burning in his eyes, he didn’t retreat. A flurry of precise and merciless attacks made his uncle stagger, his arrogance giving way to desolation. Within seconds, the man fel

the one that was already filled with my insatiable desire for vengeance? I felt my heart burning with more hate for the beast standing in front of me—if that was even possible because I knew I had reached the maximum level of hate a human can have for another. "Thank you," the words burned my throat. Thank you? for what exactly? killing my father? making me miserable? destroying my carefully planned life and ambition? The irony was unbearable.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

“I wanted to talk to you, '' she replied, trying to sound as sweet as she could. Dante looked over to her with some love but the hatred and rage within his eyes was fast consuming that love. A woman he was once willing to do anything and everything for her sake, there was a time he could take a bullet for her, but right now he wanted to put a bullet digging deep into her skull with enough volume to blow her brains into tiny particles just like he had found his daughter. “You should leave and never think of coming back here. You are the last person I want to see and trust me when I say I will never give in to those nasty ploys of yours' ' Emelda had her mouth opened. She was yet to say a word

LENA’s (LUNA’s POV) “Then do not try to hold back, Lena.. Give it all up.” He whispered in my ear and our breathing got deeper and deeper, his face was so close to mine that we stared into each other’s souls. “Lena! It's time to go.” Vee screamed from outside my room, Maverick lifted his head, and I closed my eyes. ‘Thank God for that call back to life, fuck I was..’

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

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.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.

was the line that I shouted to the demon army over and over like a broken record. My goal was to meet my death that was why I didn’t hit the brake at all. I was hoping Demon Akheron would appear when I met my death as he was the one who collected the dead souls of werewolves in Sabbatical Valley to hell. That sometimes during the journey to hell, the Heaven creatures would kidnap some of them who considered as being good and that these Heaven creatures would hurt Akheron’s skin because he was a demon, a creature of darkness.