Wrath Demon Novels & Stories

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.”

“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

And the earth beneath me buckled, cracked, groaned like it wanted to weep. The battlefield froze. Wolves. Witches. Demons. Even Aldrian. Everything stopped. Because the air was no longer air. It was wrath. My wrath. The ancient kind. The kind that didn’t forgive. The kind that razed kingdoms and drowned gods. The kind the world once sealed away for a reason. I felt it break loose inside me. Like a dam shattering. Like a scream without end. And still, I let it go. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t know how.

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

As I stood up, the General brought out its weapon; A legendary Spiked Axehead, made of Lorestān bronze steel, The Wrath. He rested the axe at his shoulders and laughed derisively. "You'll pay for this, human!" The General gestured, and the troop who had been binded by my was partially freed by his demon magic. Soon enough, the Demon Army was able to surround me on all sides. Fortunately, the effect of my spell is still active making their movements sluggish.

I said confidently. "That's all I wanted to hear boy" he said with a bitter smile. He just want me to spit it out myself. He sure know what the devil did to me and knows I've been trying to get his life. "You are not the only one that is unto that demon. He might be powerful but when we join forces, he's no match for us. This time around he bit more than what he can chew" he said with his eyes glowing. I was glad that alpha Callus too was angry. We need rage to face that demon.

There was no doubt that the Demon Prince was doughty and stalwart, and possesses all the qualities of being the King as he was remarkably adroit and a true warrior but still, the Demon Prince had only one weakness. And that was his anger. The Demon of Zachary was Asmodeus, the Demon of Wrath. No matter Zachary was born to be the King but also possesses the power to reduce anyone to ashes. He can't control his anger. The kingdom was well aware of it as many formidable and spooky incidents had taken place in the past leaving every single soul in Hell in fear. Although the kingdom respected their king they also feared them as Zachary's anger was something they never wanted to face.