Wrath Demon Novels & Stories

Every nerve in her body screamed, every muscle ached, but she couldn’t stop now. Not when the chamber trembled with the force of an ancient, awakening wrath. The Demon God loomed behind Aelindra, its form a shifting void of shadows and agony, pulsing with black energy that twisted and churned like a storm with no end. Its presence pressed down on the room, suffocating, a living nightmare made of hunger and hate. The sheer weight of it made even the warriors stumble, forcing them to brace themselves against the shaking stone floor. But Aelindra only laughed.

Like a specter, he weaved through the demon's blind spots, striking at its vulnerable joints with surgical precision. Each strike sent shockwaves of pain through the demon's body, threatening to unravel its very essence. As the battle reached its peak, the demon unleashed its most devastating attack. It reared back, drawing upon its immense power, and released a wave of infernal energy that rippled through the battlefield. The ground cracked, molten lava erupted, and dark clouds swirled overhead, heralding the unleashing of its wrath. Edna, Marcus, and Derek fought against the chaotic onslaught, their unity becoming their shield against the relentless assault.

Sin jerks to his feet, throwing the shirtless man an intimidating look. But Wrath is named Wrath for a reason, because he steps forward, oozing with annoyance and anger. “That is the damned truth! You are not just mere sin.” He chuckles, humorlessly. “You are fucking evil. That is what you are. And do not think you are better than any of us. Abandoning us will never make you feel better about yourself; you are still..." Wrath trails for dramatic effect. "Evil." Abandonment?

As a change for 'anything', he took 'something' dearly to the werewolves who asked for help from Demon Akheron. While Demon Akheron fed on the feelings that naturally were there in the werewolves' minds, in the end, Demon Akheron didn't bring any chaos or trouble to the werewolves, Demon Anwir kept on making werewolves suffer. Thus Demon Anwir created the demon's clubs so that the werewolves would always suffer. As Demon Anwir was the demon who fed on envy, having clubs that tortured the lives of werewolves, was never enough for Demon Anwir because he always envied others, including Demon Akheron who lived in peace in Sabbatical Valley and hell.

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.

Dad listen and listen good, I've sent most of my boys to beat one person or the other. "Yes, I know but their hands are weak already ". "I'm not sending anybody over. Okay?? He ended the call without waiting for a response. Mia Werner, a loan shark, a druggie, is also the most wanted criminal. He has partners globally. He takes over properties forcefully and you can't protest either. Borrowing from Werner is the worst thing that can ever happen to you. The interest will keep rising till you get tired. He works with the code "Omerta" which means don't ever talk to authorities. It was no news when he raised a son like Eric, who seem more deadly than himself. Even his wife hated both father and

Since when did he care about anyone ? He never cared for anyone. Does that... Does that mean he was slowly growing a soft spot for Serefina? No. No, never. He was Wrath, the sixth deadly sin. He was the devil who takes people souls and leads people into commiting sins so they will be punished in hell and not growing a soft spot for them. Just then the person who had been knocking opened the door and got inside the room with a frown on his face but Wrath ignored him as he laid Serefina on the couch.

“Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!” The demon growled deeper, baring his fangs, but I squeezed my arm, making it clear that he was about to get a sock in the jaw instead of fresh bodies, and he finally submitted. “I swear on the blood and power of my kin that this night, I shall not harm the one who has summoned me.” “And?” “And I shall not harm anyone except for those he orders me to.” “Until...” “Until I leave this world!” The demon was furious; red sparks appeared on his wolf fur, his skull gleaming with reflected moonlight. Had I forgotten that part of the oath, he would have found a way to use it against me. Demons are masters when it comes to such things.

Uncle Lucifer said, causing the room to fall silent before Uncle Wrath stepped up, his heavy boots pounding onto the wood floors. "And?" Uncle Wrath said, his gruff voice resonating off the walls. I was surprised at his demand for more when, usually, Demons would do anything to preserve themselves. "And what Wrath?" Uncle Lucifer asked, stepping toward Uncle Wrath, the two meeting in the middle of the room. Uncle Lucifer stood six-foot-three and wore a purple button-down and black slacks with matching shoes today. Uncle Wrath, however, stood at six-foot-seven and today was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans that showed off his muscles and stature.

"You're really impressive. Intelligent. Unlike all the previous ones." He made himself comfortable on the grass in front of her. "You're a Wrath descendent. Demons of your kind do not need to eat to survive but you will lose sanity and self-control the more you starve. You'd be no more than a small brainless demon. As for strength, you become stronger the more wrath related emotions there are in you and in your vicinity." "In my vicinity? Why? Do I make use of them somehow?" "You absorb their emotions. Can't you see something around me?" He asked with a light smile.