Wrath Demon Novels & Stories

he notes. I stare at his back as he turns away. "Why not?" "Because who in their right mind wants Demon's eradicated? Only fools who know nothing about them," he mumbles. He shrugs his jacket off, discarding it on a nearby seat. It reveals his toned arms and single, deep red tattoo on his right bicep. I blink. "You just-" "A band of Angel-bloods stand no chance against a single Demon. Most are ancient, or have been trained since birth, as Demon's tend to stick to their own clans. An untrained one's power alone rivals the most powerful Angel-blood," he explains.

She would see them destroyed, not just sent back to the Nether, but vaporized out of existence. Baltabek rolled to his hands and knees, his muscles taut as he fought against her attack. Laci panicked as she watched him force himself to his feet. She continued her assault, doing her best to keep his legs knocked out from under him, but it did no good. Baltabek soon stood to his feet, his arms stretched out at his sides, his hands clenched in fists of anger as he glared at her with his blood-red eyes. The other demons strove to follow his example, their bodies twisting under her onslaught. Soon, they all stood, their anger now focused on her. As one, they shot their arms out in front of them,

Lucifer as Pride spoke first. The other one introduced himself to his master also. " My Lord, I'm Wrath, ready to save you!" Satan as Wrath spoke. The third demon did the same. " I'm Greed at your service master!" Mammon as Greed said. The forth demon, " I'm Asmodeus, the demon of lust!" The fifth demon moved forward and introduce himself to him. " I'm Leviathan my Lord, I'm here to protect you!" The demon of envy.

It was the same attack that sun god used. “Leave my mate alone.” The wolf growled as the wave of solar energy released around him, washing over the vampire with a wave of fire and radiation. He felt his very being on fire! How is he still alive?! ~~~Samantha POV~~~ Spitfire.... Spitfire wake up.... Ugh I don’t want to get up! You must get up! No Daddy I’m tired, just a little bit longer... and I’m a demon.... remember? If you are a demon then get up and remind everyone why you are called that!

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

The king's grip tightened, squeezing the life out of him, causing blood to spill from his mouth. "Forgiveness?" Alpha Malik's voice thundered with fury, his rage consuming him. "Hope she survives. Pray she didn't die, or else I will tear you apart piece by piece," Alpha Malik threatened, his words filled with venom. With relentless fury, Alpha Malik unleashed his wrath upon the helpless assassin, raining down blows upon him with the rod. Each strike intensified the pain, causing fresh streams of red to flow. The dungeon reverberated with the anguished cries of the captive, their torment forming a discordant symphony of suffering.

Nora said. She laughed. “Wew. Your father was once my bitch, your mother, too, bitch.” She angered Nora even more. Nora raised both hands to lift water from the ground and threw it at her. She just took another shower, and she was just standing there, grinning at us. Ren gathered his wind power and formed a ball of wind, slamming it to the demon, and dragging her toward the crack. “Guys, let’s roll out!” We ran in his direction, forcing her into the crack.

I swallowed, hating the thought, "... if you give me the bite and I survive, will I be as huge as you?" Zephyr paused. His face took on an expression I couldn't read, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn't respond. Then, quietly, he replied, "No. Only pure-blooded Wraths can reach that size." "Oh." Silence passed between us. My fingers fidgeted in my lap.

The only thing that existed was rage and that voice repeating the same word. “Kill.” I drove my claws into its throat. The demon’s blood was black and thick as tar, burning on contact with my skin. But I didn’t let go. I squeezed harder and felt something give beneath my fingers, something crunch and tear. The demon seized my wrists and tried to rip me away from its neck. It was strong—far stronger than me. But the strength moving me wasn’t mine and didn’t obey the rules of what an injured omega should be able to do.