Asmodeus Helluva Boss Fanart Novels & Stories

Some say he should be the vampire king and claim his place as master and leader of the vampire realm but his ruthless and animalistic nature can only be tamed or controlled by the alpha that dragged him from the underworld…Asmodeus Hayes. …… Asmodeus Hayes, Hellhound Alpha of the black venom pack which is a pack of werewolves, witches ,vampires and some demons. (A hellhound is a type of demon or hybrid beast that’s a werewolf lycanthrope and demon fueled by pure black magic ,evil and darkness )

the good kind. "W-will it be a-alright if I-I apologized?" I stuttered, his proximity and the scent of his cologne mixed with a certain masculine scent that was his, it was frying up my poor, poor brain to a crisp. This 'hot piece of ass' should be declared illegal. "Hmmm," he made a face, acting like he was debating on what to do. "Nope. I guess I'll just have to punish you." The devil- My mind went completely blank as his lips descend on mine with fierce passion. Possessive. Demanding. Hot.

It was Sunday, over breakfast and the two gentlemen were quite friendly, so Gina got in the mood and ventured into asking a question that could have been disadvantageous to her if the response had been negative. "What do you think of tattoos? Especially on women?" The gentlemen grinned and looked at each other. Abram thought The Boss should respond. "I think tattoos, proper ones, are a work of art. They add to the beauty," he said. "Why, you have one you want to show us?" he teased.

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

But it wasn't going to be easy. To have me again, he would have to work for it. "My favorite thing about earth is art. Books. Music. Culture unattainable in my realm," Asmodeus broke the silence, stealing me from my thoughts, unabashedly taking me in. "I've taken a liking to paint." "Really?" I asked, a pleasant surprise coating my tongue. "You're a painter?" I could hear the smile in his voice when he replied, "Why so surprised?" "You didn't strike me as someone who cared about art."

Before Isabelle's terrified gaze, the two men strained against each other, their faces too close, the smell of sweat and blood and violence fouling the air. For a moment, they were only shadows, their breath coming harsh and fast as thunder bellowed. Their shapes on the wall formed the shape of a huge bloody monster that was squirming and gasping. Isabelle saw the sharp blade extremely close to Shawn’s face, until the point was nearly under his chin, while they swayed together on the floor, like obscene dancers.

Asmodeus is the King of Demons and a Prince of Hell, a giant human over thirteen feet tall, with a hooked nose, pointy ears and teeth, fire coming from his mouth, dark skin and hair, red eyes, handsome features and small horns on his head, demon of revenge with 72 legions of Demons under his command. "I was not supposed to die now, I'm not supposed to be here", Alvaro whimpered. "You stink of wrath. What is it you so desire? Name it! Who do you want dead, give me a name and it'll be done", Asmodeous was stopped abruptly by Alvaro.

she says, pointing at the art that had stolen my attention. It is cheaper compared to the other pieces. I don’t hesitate, I raise my pedal. I can feel someone watching me. I resist the urge to look back. “A hundred,” I know who the voice belongs to, the guy in the devil mask. I have never touched the trust fund left by my parents. I have the money, but I am sure if I raise the number, he will raise his and we will keep doing that until I get frustrated or he gets bored. I still hate the fact that the art is going to him. I am sure he has no use for it. It is obvious he is just playing some sick game with me.

There is blood covering his teeth, giving him a menacing look. “Well- well, what do we have here? The girl with the scar. So, you are the one we have been looking for. They made you out like a monster, but you are a pretty little thing. I will let the boss know, as soon as I have had a taste of you first” he says flicking his tongue in and out of his mouth. The only thing I can focus on is that blood on his teeth.

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