Bloodbath Diablos Novels & Stories

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

Elian pressed closer, spectral hands reaching uselessly, horror rooting him as the chamber dissolved into chaos—clashing steel, demonic roars, the infant's wail cutting through like a knife. It dawned on Damitri then, in that frozen instant, the witch's warnings he'd ignored: the entity he'd summoned wasn't ally or benefactor, but the Devil of the Abyss, binder of souls, weaver of curses that tainted bloodlines forever. The power he'd stolen now poisoned his legacy, birthing a thirst in his sons that the full moon would eternally ignite—a blood hunger that chained the wolf to infernal chains.

After a long pause, Dad added coldly, "I don't want to see a single article that damages Cody's reputation being released today. Let them do whatever they want to that monster. Just make sure he remains alive." The thugs burst into laughter when they heard what Dad said. "You heard that right, guys? We can do whatever we want!" When the needle pierced through my lips, the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Stitch by stitch, the thread dragged through my flesh, forcing my screams back down my throat. The steel needle moved back and forth across my upper and lower lips. In just a few passes, my mouth was filled with blood. Then they raised a hammer again. Up and down it went until all th

“Pay attention, asshole. I didn’t even know my father was supernatural, how am I supposed to know where he is? He could’ve been Bigfoot for all I knew.” “Pay attention, dhampir,” the enforcer shot back, leaning forward over the table so close I could see the faint scar under his chin. “Withholding information on the whereabouts is punishable by death. That applies to you… and your mother.” My stomach dropped like someone had just kicked the floor out from under me. “Withholding information? She doesn’t know her own damn name half the time, you son of a bitch,” I spat, my voice shaking. “So don’t you dare try blaming this on her. She……”

Mathias exclaimed, a hint of excitement and curiosity lacing his words. Mrs Fernanda's laughed echoed through the room as she started revealing the dark secrets. "You know nothing at all," she sneered mockingly, her tone filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "A child can't be different from her father, DIABLO (devil), VAMPIRA (vampire), HÍBRIDA (hybrid), ABOMINACIÓN (abomination). And she must die, or else she will bring death to us all, just like her father has been doing for generations."

Detroit Michigan, USA. His eyes spurred danger. Fierce green. All he did was hid them behind those masks of his and he only takes them off when ever he feels he has accomplished a misson. His tongue and teeth were red and bloody. Evidence of the numbers of innocent people he had murdered and drank their blood. Blood of the people he had slaughtered like animals. He needed to feast on them. The blood makes them more powerful and undefeatable. Last time they hurded their enemies, they slaughtered every single each of them. Boys, girls, men, women and even children. They were always driven by the force to kill. Seeing people suffer, in tears, pains and killing people in the worst ways possible

She wondered but he was long gone. Diablo walked down the stairs but rather than going through the clustered bodies, he turned to his right, walking to the far end of the room. There were many couples making out in the semi dark hallway but they weren’t his business and he seemed to have in mind where he was going. He opened a door and was outside in a dark alley, he brought out his phone and dialed a number but the person wasn’t answering. He dialed again and right waiting for the person to answer, he heard a commotion inside and turned in speed to the door, bending over immediately to duck a bullet sent at him. “Fuck,” he cursed, shoving his phone into his pocket and pulling out his sliver

Dahlia watched nervously as the prince's blood continue to drop into the witch's bowl. She wondered what he was up to. She really hoped that he was not really getting into a blood ritual that would bind them together. But that was his blood, and that was a witch. How else could this be explained?