Wrath Demon Novels & Stories

Somewhere deep down, a crack formed in the armor he’d built around his conscience. From the cliff’s edge, Jaiyana’s gaze swept across the chaos below. Through the swirling smoke and shifting shadows, she caught sight of Tharion and Kaelan in their wolf forms—massive, feral, and magnificent. Their claws tore through demon flesh with savage precision; muzzles streaked with blood. Kaelan leapt into the fray, landing atop a hulking demon and ripping its throat out in a spray of black ichor, while Tharion’s powerful jaws clamped down on another’s spine, snapping it with a sickening crack.

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

Shock and frustration coursed through Ralph's veins, his eyes widening in disbelief. A surge of malevolent energy emanated from the demon as its eyes turned a haunting shade of white. Towering over Ralph, it loomed menacingly, nearly brushing against the roof with its elongated form. Ralph's gaze shifted upward, realizing the vast difference in their sizes. A gulp caught in his throat as the demon lunged at him, a barrage of lightning-fast punches raining down upon him. Ralph's body absorbed blow after blow, his strength waning under the onslaught. Pain radiated through his being, his battered form sinking into the unforgiving ground. Determination flared within him, refusing to allow the de

Tadhg Walter summoned Destroy Ghost Punch, in his hand Iron Earth Ax proudly raised, on his body bursting energy light, hidden in it a blood light of thunder. The thunderous blood light hovered around his body, causing a thunderous explosion. He proudly stood upright in the void, his body exuding a domineering and eloquent aura, like an immense sea spear, as heavy as a mountain. At this moment, he was like an invincible mad demon, wanting to kill all the enemies in front of him. A low-pitched voice resounded, he held the Iron Earth Ax, headed in front of the Demon Lord Boss, towards the Lunisolar Grand, directly smashing down.

The shadows rise with it, twisting, snapping, lashing around me like something alive. “Stop!” Ronan shouts, but the words are too late. The shadows are already spinning out of control, pushing at me, testing me. “Hold it together!” His voice is suddenly harsh, strained. But I can’t. I’m fighting the storm inside me, the anger, the fear, the rage, everything I’ve ever buried deep down. It’s all spilling out now. I can hear it, feel it. The shadows want to break free. I lash out, my arms flinging wide, and the shadows follow, wrapping around anything in their path. The trees around me shake, the ground quakes.

Jake Two hours later, Jake headed back to the basement. Warren’s knuckles were coated in blood and all Devon did was laugh at the detective. Both men turned to look at him when he opened the door and he grinned. “Do you know who I am?” “Should I?” Devon asked with a sneer. “Jake Savage,” he said with a smirk. “But my friends call me Wrath.” Devon’s eyes widened. “You’re Wrath?” “You took my sister and tried to have me killed in prison.”

But now it was too dangerous to set him free because on this new place he needed to explore his surroundings and if he lost the hold on his Lycan, he will see any newcomer as a threat and will kill him before the newcomer would have a chance of introducing himself. For the first time in his life Darach was on others' mercy. He didn't know how long he laid there helpless until a demon appeared in front of him. From the black horns and flame-like eyes, he was definitely a Rage Demon. They are known for the most violent and least peaceful type of demons. Only Darach's intro of being the Lycan King had him fleeing. Darach was left alone again. His vision was turning blurry from keeping a hold on

As he stood, his robes shifted, emphasizing that they were too big for the young man. “That stupid bitch is my wife.” Wyatt hissed out. “She’s also an Alpha. And a Marine. And her dog is a hell hound. But if you want,” he smiled, his fangs extended as Demon pushed to the front of their mind and his voice became more of a growl, “I’ll let them go.”

“Why?…because…Demon race consist of over thousand of factions…Demon kin, isn’t like anyone thought…they are not evil..they were just like any normal being..and…to know which factions a demon belong to is by looking at their faction mark on their Wrist…which means that mark is your birth history…” I activated her {Mark of Faction} with my [Ring Of Power]. showing my tighten fist, then suddenly a black marking appeared on her wrist, her wrist were burning and she was shocked by it and she was screaming in agony, but that wasn’t happened only to her but every single Demon in the mansion. All of them were writhing in agony, kneeling on the floor, the whole fiasco lasted for about 10 seconds, and

A feeling to have everything that though they did not need, yet they still hoard and grasp unto it. THE SLOTH Sloth is a sin that refers to a peculiar jumble of notions, dating from antiquity and including mental, spiritual, pathological, and physical states. It may be defined as the absence of interest or habitual disinclination to exertion. A sin of losing once will do anything as they desire only but to have a thing and two comfortably. THE WRATH Wrath is a sin that can be defined as uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred. Wrath often reveals itself in the wish to seek vengeance. An act to dwell and indulge in the impulse that always resulted in the destruction and unwanted