Billy Butcher Diabolical Novels & Stories

“Do not worry. April will be taken care of. You did good, baby brother. Maybe saved the world last night. Happiness should be easy now.” His finger lifts again. “Go on. Press the button. Let us watch the fire together. Like old times.” The answer comes steady. “You do it. Killing ends here.” A shrug. No argument. The button is tapped. Smoke floods the screen almost instantly. Flames roar up, bright and hungry. Bodies vanish behind heat and fire. Turning away feels impossible. “I have a pathologist ready,” Abel says softly. “He will swear that body down there is yours. The chopped pieces, I mean. Diego becomes Diablo. You walk free. Poetic.”

When they’d come back from hunting, Billy had burst through my bedroom door, a wide smile on his face, brandishing the corpse of a bloody rabbit. “Look Mama,” he said. “We hunted it. Can we have it for dinner?” I’d gagged a bit at the sight of the dead rabbit. It never ceased to amaze me how quickly children could adapt. Just two weeks ago, Billy had been by my side buying packaged meat at a human grocery store. Now he was hunting animals in the forest, ready and willing to eat what he’d hunted. I handed Belle her cup of juice. Dr. Ashcroft left some more Silas Root on the table and told me she’d be back later that night to check on Belle’s wound. I thanked her and was just about to start re

That son of a dick won’t live another second after he's going to put his hands on him. “Prick! I’m going to tear you to pieces!” Billy cussed and hit the wheel. He remembered Stephie's repulsed expression after seeing him that day, outside the company’s building. That should’ve been a clear sign that Stevens was a dangerous, mad man. From the first day he had arrived in New York, Billy realized that Stevens was the one who had knocked down the whole system of their branch there, but Billy didn’t say a word to Stephanie. He didn’t want to worry about her.

Billy said. "Do you still have the dignity to say that to me? you weren't my choice Billy, you're just a wasted Alpha, you should have lived with that bitch and your daughter you deserved it" Olivia said and Billy removed his hand from Olivia's face he laughed when Olivia said that. "Do you think anything you've said can make me change my mind? Forget about that guy or you'll never get to see him again," Billy said. "You don't know who you are dealing with Billy, he is The Golden Alpha, he can do anything you can't think of, don't make him do something you will regret later," Olivia said and Billy gave Olivia a hard slap.

“You are a rotten piece of shit. First, chance I get, I will kill you, slowly. You will know precisely what is happening. I accept your deal. Knowing you, you would sell her to the first gutter slime that would make an offer. But out of curiosity, what right do you have doing this?” “It’s none of your business.” “You will regret this,” Thomas said. It is hours later and still Billy drink to try to warm the chill inside him also to get rid of the fear in his mouth. He is frightened in more ways than he would like to admit. He stumbled to the motel. The street dimly lit. He is unaware being following him. It is a difficult task reaching the motel that night. The faithless Pastor stood looking

The story about Billy killing the pup - it doesn't add up. This is because there's a crucial piece of information that Marcus is unaware of. Billy's descent from a proud Gamma and Head Warrior to a miserable alcoholic wasn't solely due to losing his mate. He had also lost his own pup. How could someone driven to madness by the loss of their child ever bring themselves to harm another? Wasn't it Billy's love for children that led him to take the miserable, young Diana under his wing despite his own struggles? The pieces of the puzzle start to fall into place, revealing a sinister picture. There's undoubtedly a conspiracy at play here.

After riots, they usually get wasted or stoned as f---. At the moment I wasn’t challenging a masochist, certainly not a dog, but a devil. Should I act preppy or cute? NO! That’s disgusting. Act pathetic and beg? NO. That’s a loser’s thing. They say all I needed to do with a demon was cut its horns. How though?! I couldn’t even see the horns. "Fight me with your best, otherwise I’ll kill you. If you win, you and your brother will have your lives,” he said.

He picked up his phone and dialed his driver Liam's number, telling him to come inside the house. "Sir, you called for me," Liam said while Billy nodded and dropped the cup of whiskey he was nursing on the table. "I want you to call the butchers, I have a job for them." "Sir, I'm afraid that isn't wise. you know the police still suspect you for several things. If we call in the butchers to kill one of your rivals again-" "Liam, are you questioning me?" Billy asked his henchman visibly irritated. "No," Liam answered and lowered his gaze. Billy smiled, he trusted Liam after all, he was there with him through thick and thin.

Then he leaned back, draping one arm over the back of the vinyl booth. “Damn, Olivia,” he said, dragging out my name as if he were tasting something rotten. “I thought the guys were talking shit when they said you were back in the Creek. Long time no see, huh? Or should I say... long time no shit?” I dropped the tray onto the table with a clatter, then pulled a small notepad and a cheap plastic pen from my apron pocket. I clicked the pen, my knuckles were white. “That’s your order, Dickson. A double burger and a domestic beer. Is there anything else you would like, or are we done here?”

I replied. Her gaze softened then sharpened. “He’ll teach you how to stand where the fire is.” “Does he teach how to leave it?” She laughed quietly. “No.” The room shifted. A hush. Adrian returned, expression unreadable. “Daniel Royce was arrested this morning,” a man announced too loudly. “Financial irregularities.” I went cold. Adrian didn’t look at me. “Unfortunate.” Sofia’s eyes flicked between us. “That escalated.”