Black Devil Boa Novels & Stories

Deny's clever brain is very reliable when it comes to tricking. *****

The lower level demons are now used to demonic activity hauntings or dirty work to toture the more dastardly humans, or as servants for the upper level demons. I found the head chef named Balaal sitting at a table in the back of the kitchen watching some weird sitcom on t.v. Balaal was short, standing just barely past my knees, he was rather portly and round with thick red, leathery skin and sharp black horns sitting right on top of his head. Balaal had never liked me, probably because I had spent so much time in the kitchen as a child, demanding that he stop whatever he had been doing to make me whatever snack I was craving at the time. I was sure things had changed since then however. I d

“We need to get back,” Frowning Tiger said after a while. The Giant Black Mamba had been burned to a crisp. Normally the body of a Magical Beast with great armor-like skin, or in this case scales, like the Giant Black Mamba would have been treated like a treasure. It could have been used to create many tools and weapons. And its offal could have been sold to the nearby towns for an expensive sum. But such a treasure had been burnt alive, simply because it incurred the wrath of a few Tigers.

He crashed hard on it and coughed out blood, getting pale. I couldn't bring myself to scream out his name; no matter how hard I tried to scream, words refused to flow out of my mouth. I was dumbfounded and full of shock. The creature stepped out of the cave, showing off its full features. It had the scales and mid-body of a dragon, then the tail and head of a boa. It had a nose that emitted smoke and a tongue that rolled out thick, poisonous, sticky saliva. I glared at it in horror as it crawled towards Damion, its bloodlust eyes fixed hungrily on him.

Satan stood 7'2" tall with front-facing black horns on the side of his head. He had a black hood draped over his head with a black wrap covering his eyes. He picked his teeth with his black claws as he waited, revealing his triangular teeth. He kept his wings outstretched as a sign of dominance. He kept picking at his teeth with his index claw, giving the two demon lords a max of ten minutes before he gives the execution order. Moloch and Baal showed up, apologizing that they had to remove their armor first. Baal stood 7'3" with curled brown horns. He was wearing a long black coat that went down to his knees. His bald head and red skin seemed to accentuate his yellow-orange eyes and razor sh

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

With its bright orangish yellow flame like plumage, on its fore were sharp and pointy like spikes similar to a mohawk style except that this mohawk started from its head down to the hind of its feathery body and at last was its horrible tail - that looked like as if it was made out off thousands of scorpions tails called metasomas - each aculeus filled with deadly venom moving and crawling like millions of arthropods . " Its a deviuture alright !" hissed Ron through gritted teeth " The deviuture who resides in the court of Tenebris , one of the most horrible demon beasts , its body is hundred times tougher than that of tortortantula ! Each pieces of its tail contains lethal poison -"

A deafening hiss echoed from the pit, carrying the stench of rotting meat and centuries of stagnant death. Then, the beast rose. It was a Titanoboa, a prehistoric nightmare that shouldn't have existed for sixty million years. It was eighty feet long, its girth thicker than a city bus. But it wasn't just a snake. The Void had resurrected and corrupted it. Its scales were decaying, revealing pulsing veins of liquid dark matter. Its eyes were dead, milky white. "Get the crystal, Elena," Killian’s voice dropped into the demonic, vibrating frequency of his Alpha form. He didn't take his eyes off the monstrous serpent. "I'll handle the worm."

"What monstrous killing intent!" All eyes turned toward the source of the roar. Then, their pupils contracted in sheer terror, and their jaws went slack. A colossal beast emerged from the darkness. Standing nearly 30-foot tall, its body was covered in obsidian-black scales. Its eyes glowed a menacing blood-red, exuding pure malice. Razor-sharp bone spikes jutted from its back, like spears forged from steel. Its massive limbs pulsed with raw power, each claw gleaming with an eerie, chilling light. It was a true nightmare given form.

All of this, to his astonishment was the door with his six yellow eyes and his red skin, he was wearing a white robe open over his shoulders and loose revealing his muscles. As he was revealing his chiselled belly and all his deltoids and his tight thighs, he was revealing his entire red body, and his biceps and arms he was occupying the humanoid shape of his long, shapely legs. The devil was wearing a white boot that went halfway up his thighs, and a long white thong that only covered part of his ass down to below the thighs and the front covered up to half of his firm thighs, which were adorned with skulls around it like a girdle he looked six inches taller than Astro-Star.