Asmodeus Helltaker Novels & Stories

"Now, babe, is that any way to treat me? I haven't seen you around here for SO long..." Kasey peered back at the stranger who leaned against the door frame from one of the brothels. The man had a tilted smile resting on his face with sharp yellow eyes that were encircled with red eyeshadow. His smile grew as he moved away from the door frame, his undercut was mostly brown except that the front of his hair was white. Kasey slowly looked back at Shobek questionably as the slightly smaller-built man moved towards them. His walk was that of a model, a hand sliding into his gray jeans as his shrug jacket blew open to reveal a mesh shirt that allowed anyone to see a rose tattoo on his left pectora

– Amasteus questioned him. That said, for Asmodeus, hellish politics mattered, where one of his focuses was maintaining the status quo, which means keeping himself at the top of Hell's pecking order, now towards the mystical galaxies. That sense being, he infiltrated the courts of all arch diaries to levels that made them paranoid so no devil could be sure if an associate was a spy working for Asmodeus or not, which there were many people who worked for many people.

He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way. "Summon every evil you know, hunters," he growled, panting. "Call every angel because I will be the worst nightmare of your soul." Cold yet dangerous. Some hunters retreat as they cannot control the wild werewolf's strength. He tried to move near Emily, but the hunter's leader aimed the silver gun at Emily's head. 'Just let the fuck out of them, Drake. I'm good, and I won't die,' Emily assured. Drake shifted into a man. A lot of hunters were dead, with no heads already. The hunters' leader was the only one left while others ran away.

“As in…. Like, from your fucking mouth?” This fucker really was a snake. “From the glands in my mouth, yes,” he looked amused at my horror. I was disgusted. I wasn’t sure if it was because that shit was injected into me, or because he was confirming what I already suspected. Who was this man? Really? “Who the hell are you?” I asked in a hushed, cold whisper. His lips curled up, that fond look returning to his eyes. “You had many a name for me once, but the name I was called above all was Asmodeus. Though, I haven’t been called by that name in centuries.”

Seeing that they were hanging together, she asked in her sweet voice, "Will your group be forming a party?" "Yes." Caleb nodded. "Very well, then I will register everyone as a mercenary," the receptionist said, taking out a tag to inscribe it. "Have you thought of a call sign?" Caleb paused in thought—naturally, one wouldn't use their real name in their mercenary call sign, but he quickly came up with one. "I'll go with Helltaker." "Helltaker?" the receptionist repeated, searching through the records and then nodded. "Alright."

It was the perfect spot for a non-magical ambush. Too late, her instincts screamed. This is a trap. She expected the dampening of magic, but didn't account for her own fatigue. As soon as she realized the danger, she found herself surrounded. Three huge wolves-heavy-set shifters, not Shadow Wolf followers-descended from the high ridges. Their scent carried the same familiar mineral smell as Torvin's scout. They were led by a tall, grim man with his pack markings cut away, showing he was a mercenary. "The hunt is over, Healer," the mercenary growled, his voice deep and rough. "The Shadow Wolf wants you alive and intact. Drop the satchel and your magic."

The man stood with slow grace, like he didn’t need speed to be dangerous. “Dax Ashthorne,” he said warmly, as if greeting an old friend. “You look tired.” Dax’s voice went low. “Hollow King.” The man’s smile widened, pleased. “That name survived.” He touched his throat mark with reverence. “They tried to erase me. They couldn’t even erase the rumor.” My breath shook. “Who are you?” He looked at me, and I felt his gaze like fingers sliding under my skin. “The first ashbound your covenants ever feared,” he said softly. “The one they caged and named a monster so the world would forget what I was.”

This was literally what we needed right now. “Great, we are going to be dealing with more Lycans…” “Actually, no,” Dean said, making me frown in confusion. “It is ONLY Alessandro who is the Lycan. The others are wolves only, different fathers but they all share the same mother.” I shook my head and looked at Alessandro who nodded in assurance. His words still played in my head, but I couldn’t help but find myself wondering about what he had on his mind right now. The man was the type to be quiet about what he was thinking. I have noticed that much about him, but his words about him being the devil to do the dirty work still played in my head. And for the first time, I couldn’t help but find

There was a 4-wheel SUV parked next to it as well as a yellow Ferrari sportscar that--- Well, what the hell was that even doing out in the woods? And how did it get here in one piece?! “If I cared more, I’d probably give you a speech, but I don’t so listen up, because I’m only saying this once,” I said, as I stepped up next to Ashton, making a mental note to sell that piece of crap the second I got my hands on the papers for it. “I’m Alpha Dargan Hellson and I’m your new alpha. The man you see with me is my Beta, Ashton. You can call him Beta Ashton.”

I state clearly stating that his precedes here weren’t appreciated but he doesn’t seem to get the news. He remained mute leaning back, not seeming like he was about to go anytime soon. “What do you want?” I asked irritatingly. He smiles his green eyes glittering, “You’re beautiful”” he says instead cutting me off guard. “You’re Lyra Skye? The wolf he got married to” he states yet again alarmed at how much he knew. Who was this guy? “I’m Xavier Blackwood” he responds. I read through his mind but could only get the fact that he wanted to know me out from him. He seems to know how to shield his thoughts.