Wrath Demon Novels & Stories

Wrath growled, cutting me off like a knife to the throat. His hand curled in my hair, yanking my head back. I whimpered, spine arching as I was forced to look up at Lust. He stood impossibly tall, broad shoulders tense, his perfect, god-like body glowing in the runes’ light. No horns, no tail—nothing monstrous. Just pure, overwhelming power in human form. His eyes burned. “I should kill you,” Lust said. “But it’s better when they beg.” He snapped his fingers without looking, and the other demons vanished, swallowed by smoke.

I stood up and clenched my fist. “Exoneratio!” I exclaimed then red runes appeared and danced around my body. My heart was throbbing so fast. I gasped for an air, catching for my breath. Black smoke came out from my body and it was slowly forming into a figure of a demon with twinkling red eyes. He’s showing up his true demon form. He has many horns surrounding his head, forming like a crown. He has a long right hand with long sharp claws made of steel. All fingers in his left hand are wearing gold rings shining brightly. “D*mn it! What are they planning to do?” I heard Vela cursed. Goddess Lumia is trying to hold her back. She is just buying us time.

A sharp metallic crack rang out as the beak punched clean through the dark iron plating. A deep fracture spread outward across the armor like a spiderweb, and the spiritstone buried inside the revenant's chest began to shudder and whine from the impact. The demonic fire burning in its eye sockets flickered and went dim. The middle revenant responded instantly by bringing both fists crashing down together. A pillar of wrath 1,000 feet tall slammed earthward, wrapped in a wave of heat violent enough to boil oceans and burn mountains flat. The air screamed as it was crushed beneath the blow.

My brows furrowed, seeing the lifeless body of a male whom I did not recognise; lifting my hand to his face, I heard Wrath hiss angrily. "Demon!" He growled. Given the runes and markings that covered their skin, he was right. "What the fuck!" I whispered. But I quickly rose to my feet, hearing a noise from inside the packhouse; I braced myself for whatever was about to come through those doors, human, wolf or demon! Wrath, and I was ready!

The piece was of a famous Hero named The Dominator, she wore her trademark horned helm with a skin tight light armor bodysuit, all jetblack and her bladed whip called Aggressors Wrath that glowed with brilliantly violent power. She was standing over a Demon Lord who looked like he was smashed into his throne by the way his blood was shown splattered all over it, and there were what looked like thousands of low level Demons behind her all with broken bones or blown off limbs causing the expanse of hell to look more....hellish.

His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms. Flame curled around Wrath's frame, a living, breathing entity that danced and flickered with his every movement. The inferno cast eerie shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the fierce determination in his molten eyes. His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled.

I whispered in his ear, trying to distract myself. "Yeah," He sounded hoarse, and cleared his throat, "Wrath demons are closely connected to vampires. It's a unique ability that we have. The rest of the demons will have to jump or climb down and hope they don't break their legs." Finally, we landed, my feet finding solid ground. Relief washed over me as I took a step back, distancing myself from Samael instantly.

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.

“Geez, you look like you need a bath or two.” Crocell cornered the wraith in alley, placing a pretty strong barrier in between the walls and around it. Wraiths are known for violence and aggression so he needs to be careful. The gleaming light from the silver wing shape of the emblem as the wraith clutched it almost made Crocell feel sorry for the creature—but alas, his need to make his angel happy overrides the pity—even if he’s still a demon, he feels emotion just like everyone else. The wraith let out a chilling scream that was enough to make his ears ring and his hairs stand and he sighed. Now the wraith means business when it suddenly attacked him. “Here goes nothing.” The young demon s

Now he is building each of the plans with someone else, and I am left in the darkness. "You deserve the pain, you choose to be hurt and miserable, blame yourself," I whispered and leaned against the wall. Hoping to have a good night's sleep. Tomorrow is another battle to make a living. And I'll go back to black.