Wrath Demon Novels & Stories

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.

The witch healers helped Darcia down from his back, after leaving Darcia in the care of the healers, he returned back to the battlefield since they most likely needed an extra hand. [Jayden was consumed by anger, he was deeply hurt with the pain that Darcia was going through all because of the Demon that took her down to the depths of the underworld. As a werewolf and also a vampire, his powers clashed and combined creating a dark Aura beast wolf form. The Demons were no match for him because of his speed and striking ability. Before the Demons could even attack him with their various weapons, they were already dead]. The war went on for more than 3 hours, but no ending, instead it was like

I nodded, “I can do that.” I spent the next hour making ice spears and daggers. Every time I would get a pile of twenty of each, a demon would grab them up and take them outside for me. I asked King Izzoth, “The war is starting, isn’t it?” He nodded, “It is. That would be why it is only you, your Grandma Gaby and me down here. I’m only in here to help you look for targets. After you finish that dagger, let’s get to the windows.” I nodded and finished up the dagger and stood up. He took me to the windows that are directly under my bedroom window. There were four sets of red eyes looking up. I smiled, “Let’s see if I can do this.” I picked up four daggers simultaneously and hurled them as fast

The Demon, who had been hovering menacingly behind Xavier, slumped to the ground, a defeated foe. Falkor offered an exceptional handgun, its design hinting at occult craftsmanship, with an air of steadfast command. "Forged by divine methods to slay these demonic beasts," he stated, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "Let us cast them down into the depths of hell, where they belong." Falkor's eyes were filled with wrath as he launched a merciless volley of shots at the advancing Demons. Each shot held a potent blend of satisfaction and insatiable need, reflecting the intense desire to demolish the Demon's Army.

He fought like a demon possessed, slashing, striking, his eyes blazing with desperation. He would not let them take her, not his mate, not his Luna. You could see the agony in his face as she gagged, falling to the ground. A wolf lunged towards him, its teeth sinking into his shoulder, dragging him down. "Dad, look out." I yelled as my feet felt like they were stuck to move. More followed, piling onto him like starving beasts. His silver eyes met mine for the briefest moment, filled with unspoken words, a silent command.

Even the pleasure of revenge seemed unnecessary. Half the blood debt from my previous life had finally been collected. Next, it was time for the woman behind the door.

“I need you take a walk into the world and do what you do best! Wreak Havoc! I have some catching up to do here with my little sister’s descendants! If it goes well and fast, I will join you.” Wrath bows down and walks to leave the forest to do her bidding. “Is that a demon, my lord?” Garamba asks looking at Wrath leave. Gwanhoya turns to look at Garamba, “No, it is just a human that I mutated!” “The power emanating from that thing is beyond an average mutated human being, nonetheless, only you can do such a great deed and no other can compare.” “I know!” she walks forward, “So, tell me, why do you live in hiding when you command such power?”

“Now you're just being pathetic. Did you really think a god could ever love something like you? You’re nothing but a little toy I played with until I got bored. How many times do you want me to say it?” The words fed Vathar’s anger, turning it into full blown rage. His nails lengthened into black talons, dark lines, like spider-webs appeared on half his face, and the ground beneath him cracked as his demonic side surged forward. With a roar, Vathar lunged, swinging a jagged claw toward Eron’s throat. Eron didn’t even flinch. His hand shot up, catching Vathar’s wrist mid-swing, and with a sharp twist, the bone snapped and Vathar screamed, stumbling back, clutching his mangled arm, but Eron wa