Who Is The Demon Of Wrath Novels & Stories

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

Setting his pride aside, still begging for mercy. "Don't waste my time, I have a lot to do. Are you rolling on it? Or should they..." Pointing at the men with black suit and silver 'D' printed on left-side of their suit, he continued, "Whip you out, huh? What say?" A devilish smile hanging on his face, and those dark eyes were void of any kind of emotions. Just looking that those eyes, shivers ran down his spine. Either way the man has to die, one was rolling a hundred time on to one-meter burning charcoal path or else hundred whipping. Did he have any choice? Practically speaking no, a big NO. An old man like him wouldn't be able to complete the full five rolls, he would eventually die befo

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

All at once, I began, eyes glowing red, hypnotizing the two of them, and began the story that'll change the fate of the world. Years, years ago, the world was in turmoil, man against man, the world in jeopardy. Three divine beings rose up from the ashes of the world in flames. Hell's first, Lucifer, second, The Destroyer, and a random force of nature, demon of wind and fire. The most erratic demon there is. A rogue demon. A demon that has no name, broke out of Hell's gate, a demon of destruction. Years to come, humans survived the dark age, grew, got to learn how to forgive mistakes, and the world was peaceful once more. But the uncontrollable demon of wind and fire, a demon of god status, w

"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

She immediately withdrew her hands from his, making his gaze harden a little. "Are you aware you are now stuck with me?" His voice was cold and alluring at the same time. She could only stare at him and swallow. "So, you better get used to me," he added. "But... you are a demon," Esteria managed to say. The two were on the large bed with a little distance between them. "I am El-Kharis and also not an ordinary demon. I am a Demon God of Thunder, Esteria," he said, dragging out the last word.

"You really have no idea who Damon is, do you?" "I don’t care who he is," I snapped, my voice rising. "The police can deal with him." Her smile faded as she shook her head. "The police are afraid of him. Damon isn’t just powerful—he’s untouchable. Some even say he’s a Demon Wolf." My eyes widened, the term unfamiliar yet chilling. "A Demon Wolf? Like… an actual monster?" "Rumors," she said quickly, though there was a flicker of unease in her eyes. "But that’s not the point. The point is, Damon is dangerous, and there are other ways to win a battle without fighting head-on."

It was like a call to her homeland, as if they wanted to take back what truly belonged to them. “Are you even hearing yourself?!” Nyles said in an exasperated tone. “We all know that Raul had destroyed the wizard kingdom and leveled all witch covens. Everyone in Vilinski says it, they know it. Draoidh was destroyed long ago. Its King and Queen disappeared and its prince?–he has turned to the dark side, he's known throughout Lorea as the demon wolf. We keep hearing how corrupt and ruthless that man is. He is like a pirate of Lorea who only plunders establishments. He is a paid assassin responsible for bloodshed and misery everywhere he has gone. He is nothing but evil that even Hades fears hi

"I cannot tell you enough how little them doe eyes work on me." Ohoho! Look at the hatred there! Oh, now that's what we lived to see, down here! That sort of pizazz! Oh, I hoped she didn't break too fast on me. She had the makings of ascending into a really powerful Demon of Wraith. But conversions were way above my pay grade! That type of stuff was reserved for the Big Cheese, El Diablo, the good ol' Morning Star, and contrary to popular belief, they didn't like to wear Prada (more of a Manolo Blahnik), I'm talking about—