Bloodbath Diablos Novels & Stories

DOMINIC “So, is that everything about her?” Dominic asked, not looking up from the file on his desk. Scorpion..real name Raymond..stood across from him, arms crossed behind his back. People in the underworld feared him too, not just because of the way he killed, but because of the man he served. Everyone called him Scorpion because his sting was always silent… but deadly. “Yes, boss,” Scorpion replied. “That’s everything we could find.Amara is just Nineteen years old, No training, looks decent and harmless, But there’s something off.”

They could flock to Krispin, the lead singer of Blood Rights, and leave me the fuck alone. Damian, the owner of Club El Diablo, an exclusive kink club in Houston, recommended the woman who would soon be joining me. She wouldn't want paparazzi attention either. I laughed when Damian told me she owned a publishing house and was a real ball-breaker. He knew my needs and thought the two of us might be a good match. Blood Rights, my band, had just returned from a world tour and I didn't have time to look for a woman who fit my parameters. I'd never been disappointed with Damian's suggestions in the past, so I trusted his judgment now.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

It wasn't a curse delivered by an enemy; it was a biological, cellular rot born of an unquenchable, starving madness. The chronic disease flooded the original bloodlines, short-circuiting their higher intellects, burning away their speech, their strategies, and their beautiful memories until the grand creators were reduced to the mindless, zombie-like husks that the modern world now called the Blood-born. They became slaves to a baseline, ravenous instinct to feed on anything that carried a heartbeat, buried alive beneath a mountain of starving rot.

Shadow stalked towards Santos, his fury a physical entity as all other sounds of battle faded. With a roar that thundered over the plains, Malik burst free while he closed the distance between himself and the man who had caused his family so much misery. Santos laughed and spread his arms wide even though the wolf raced towards him, and then his face changed, as his eyes glowed bright red and the muscles of his body contorted and transformed into a hideous beast with wings. Santos and Shadow met in the middle, clashing like titans, while Santos reigned lightning-fast punches down on the Alpha. Before Shadow could gain any momentum, Santos picked him up and threw him with superhuman force ont

And we were kids at the time. “Well, it seems to me that we have a deeper depth to search in. But now that they are all here, it is going to be a lot easier for us to catch something on them. We just have to know how to play their game, it is going to be harder for you, they still are your family and no matter what you are going to tell me, I know for fact that blood has a strong relation to pain when it comes to such situations.” Diablo said, watching as I looked away from him. I knew that he was right, but one thing that he didn’t know was the fact that I was not into the mindset of family anymore. They chose to cut that tie a long time ago.

hand, saying, “There must be a blood sacrifice. A Santacruz blood.” I was stabbed in the stomach by a sharp stick that flew. Oh my gosh, I could feel the agony of the sharp stake piercing my stomach. Like a river, my blood ran in multiple streams to the old tree that appeared to be nourished by it. It was becoming healthier and greener. Namek was waking, and my blood was revitalizing the tree. With a beaming smile, Delilah replied, “I’m sorry, little Bella, but you won’t be a part of the new world that is coming.” She wasn’t even remotely apologetic. I moaned as I tried to stop the bleeding by clinging to the stake that had pierced me. Without my power, I couldn’t heal, and I could feel the

Diablo's body grazed the ground, his clothes charring against the ground as Senna swerved. Not even his screams stopped Senna as he was ready to maim him to death. He kept kicking his gas and increasing his speed, and soon, the grounds were filled with blood. Diablo screamed till he was too weak to, and Senna's men cheered and chanted his name aloud. He used rage and anger. The desolation Diablo had brought to his family years ago, the people he had manipulated and used. The innocent people he had killed, and he didn't stop until thirty minutes later. Diablo was dead when he stepped out of the car, and Senna's men rushed towards him, standing over Diablo's dead body as he kicked him to the s

--- Deimon submerged himself in the Blood-Moon bath, an ancient family Jacuzzi reserved for cleansing before the crimson rituals. The water shimmered with crushed moonflowers and sacred oils, their scent thick and intoxicating. Steam rose in ghostly spirals, carrying with it the weight of centuries-old tradition. This wasn't merely a bath—it was a rite passed down through generations of Ashworth Alphas, each one purifying themselves before ascending to greater power.

No matter what they did, it could still cause all of their blood to surge. Diablo only felt an irresistible force coming from his right hand holding the Divine Ax. Before he could let go, this force had already spread throughout his body. All of his internal organs were being shaken violently. “Pfft!” He spurted out a mouthful of blood mixed with some internal organs. His Eternal Golden Body vanished directly. Diablo’s body fell to the ground. His legs bent forward and he fell knees first. At the same time, he was using his hands to support his falling body.