Beelzebub Ragnarok Novels & Stories

The interlude didn't last long. "Come Elskling," Brodi whispered in her ear, taking her hand in his. He nodded to Ursula as he led Liv out the door to meet his brother. *** Gunnar hadn't exaggerated. As they crested the last hill to the high meadow where the Yggdrasil lived, what they experienced was nothing short of chaos. The entire area was swathed in huge, rotating black clouds. The wind screeched and debris flew everywhere. Brodi tucked Liv into his chest and put his back to the maelstrom. He planted his feet and fought to stay upright.

He thought to himself in awe. As he continued to ogle at the masterful creation-- noticing the ridges and weave patterns towards the middle-bottom of the spear that must've been where you held it, he noticed it had writing on it that read; "When you need the dark of night in the light of day. For the devout Follower of Beez, Gaunt." The message intrigued Claude so he waited until Bergrin was done talking to the Archer and asked, "Excuse me, Bergrin Sir. I was wondering do you know who made this spear?....uh...DuskBringer?"

Beth said… Bazel was so furious that he descended angrily on the statue of Liberty like a bomb and destroyed parts of the statue, he was so furious that he broke off the statue’s right arm and threw it on a building and it caused chaos as the people started running for their lives “I will destroy every single one of you humans and build a world of Leviathans on your bones” he shouted out angrily “You are losing it, Bazel” Lucifer said “We have the blood so calm down” Lucifer said and Bazel was calm “Where is it?” he asked ‘It’s with Maria” “Get it for me and the ritual begins” Bazel said and blasted off again… “Where is Uzor?” Rachael asked “He’s at home” Arnold said “What home? I watched ou

» Beelzebub explained. At the end of the custom, as predicted by Beelzebub, in apartment 238 Khabaril and Astarte started a fire, and then came the police in the person of Petrenko and Serdyukov, deceived by a fake bill of Vaalberite, and fire, pouring water apartment Ruslan and Nastya. In this same time happy Ruslan and Anastasia were on Bank Islands in Pacific ocean, embracing each other, and watched on spring the sky universe, because over them not spring the sky universe, and over them infinity.

“What is done? Because it seems I've had the woeful misfortune of interrupting something... unpalatable.” “Everything, my brother.” He crooked his head to the left, fondling me. I squeaked. “What is a sinner's ransom, Baal?” “Redemption,” Beelzebub replied. He checked his Rolex, patience thin. “You missed the lunch with the Undead Alliance and the state dinner for the Tricksters Discooperative.” “Pests. All pests. But I am the biggest leech of all. Isn't that right, my lemming?”

“It was my first time smelling a human with such power. It is helping me clear my head from going berserk from hunger.” Belzeebub's reasoning for wanting a pact with me is more reasonable when compared to Mammon and Leviathan. While I was in the middle of thinking, someone pulled me back and embraced me from behind. From the scent alone, I can tell that it is Belphegor. “Listen, buddy. Three is already a crowd. It’s hard enough sharing her attention with two other imbeciles. Just go back and behave yourself. Besides, what can you bring to the table that could help Zarah? Huh?!”

Orith protested as the two looked as though their about to make out. *** In hell. “It’s time to start our plans of destroying humanity. Now that the anti-christ has shown himself. We should let him lead an army of his own.” said the lord of flies. None other than Beelzebub. One of the seven princes of hell. He is the one responsible for spreading disease and pestilence on earth. He is also known to possess the sin of gluttony.

I ask, needing a confirmation of what I already know. "You already know Sarrtina. There's Zacharie and Hasiah and they are just as dangerous as Sarrtina, if not more. Then there's Achilles." "She's the blonde?" "Yes." Zaralina says. "What makes her truly evil and vicious is the world of pain which has created so much darkness inside of her." For some reason I want to know more about this Achilles. When I saw her in my dream I felt like I knew her from somewhere, her eyes were oddly familiar. But it could be because all these nonhuman eyes look very similar.

Drago notified, “I will give you an estimate, you open that door, you will meet hell, what are you going to do when you are injured?” El Diablo smiled, he didn’t flinch when he was told about his wound neither did he look shocked when he was told of his doom, because one thing was for certain, this was not the end for him. “This,” he said followed by a gunshot. Drago flinched, momentarily showing his pain on his face before concealing it again as the black haired man before him walked up to him. “Now we are both bleeding,” El Diablo said before placing his gun on Drago’s temple as he stood behind him, “and you will open the door.”

That would be how long before the vote on who would be the next godfather in the Solntsevskaya Bratva. My mind wandered with the possibilities of torturing her as I dressed and sat at the kitchen table, trying to read. After my second cup, a groan sounded from the guest bedroom, then a yelp. A smile twitched at the corners of my mouth and I slowly returned to the room. She glared at me from the floor with hatred in her bright blue eyes. “What the holy fuck, Tomas?” “You said you liked serial killers.” I shrugged. “I wanted to see if you meant it.”