Butcher Diabolical Novels & Stories

His countenance, a haunting testament to the cataclysmic clash that had transpired, bore witness to the relentless ferocity that defined his essence. In a chilling display of otherworldly power, Satan, his features obscured by the shroud of his own torment, lunged at Maria with a formidable weapon, a trident forged from the very essence of his wrath. The air crackled with an undercurrent of raw, unbridled malice, the weight of his malevolent intent casting a sinister pall over the unfolding confrontation.

God. His white t-shirt and black pants were covered in blood, a huge knife strapped to his thigh. Cold, empty eyes passed over me for a brief second, almost dismissing me, before he took a step inside, his gun trained on Enzo. This was il Diavolo, the angel of death. A man who thrived on killing. A shiver went through me and I forgot how to breathe. Faust came for me. As? Why?

“Their useless father sold her to the butcher, and the girl went to get her back. If she didn’t get herself killed then she’s likely been sold off too. I told her not to return here because I didn’t want to deal with any of the shit that comes with the butcher.” The more Destros spoke, the more I felt the blood drain from my face. If not that I was dark skinned, it would have been very evident that I had turned pale. The butcher was popular in the criminal underworld. It was a nickname that suited the trade he was involved in. Normal butchers sold meat, he sold humans. He had connections with major human and sex trafficking rings around the world, and Nightingale willingly went to him. My ni

She happened to look up to see two of the men from out back sitting at one of the 3 tables at the front of the shop while Lou was standing between the asshat that called himself Dante and Mj. Dante was pleasantly surprised when he walked into the butcher shop to find the small framed woman humming, while she cut raw meat off bone with such precision it was almost arousing to the beast within him. The sound of her voice swam through his head and he felt each note pulse through his entire body. It was as if she were casting a spell on him and he wanted to walk out the door immediately. “A mate never did any assassin any good” he thought; his wolf had been around longer than most and he had se

"Did you eat?" "I'm making tea." "That's not an answer." "I wasn't hungry earlier. I'll eat something now." I looked at him sideways. "Are you checking on me?" "Yes." The directness of it did something to my breathing that I was getting tired of documenting. "Nikolai. You run a criminal organization. You have a rival Bratva actively trying to dismantle your operation. You have a thirteen-year-old lead that just became evidence and you don't yet have enough to move on it." I turned to face him. "Why are you in my kitchen asking about dinner?"

“Omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Lustra! Lus—” The demon slams my doppelganger's face into the wall. The cloud of sulfurous tar inside of him is thrashing beneath the skin, but he still stubbornly maintains his hold on Daniel's crumbling flesh. “I don’t fear you, old man. God forsook you long ago. I was the one to gift you power—” I drive the knife I found in Daniel’s family silverware right in between his shoulder blades. The demon howls, backhanding me so hard I hear my neck crack. I thud to the floor.

I said annoyed. “Have you forgotten the thousands of people whose organs were eaten by you? In order to make you immortal, the devil's minions let you eat the bodies of hundreds of innocent people. They turned you into a cannibal beast and in the end you ate the heart of the girl you loved. Hector, before I came you were just a monster, a disgusting minion of the devil."

The drugs will help subside the pains that you are feeling and thereafter, we will, you know, enjoy ourselves without you feeling any pains". He chuckled. "You are evil". She abused him. "I know and you are a murderer" he laughs out loud. "You will pay for this, I promise you". She sob. "You will be the one to pay first before me, murderer...." he laughs again at Rosela while she wept. "You are the one that killed that man and not me". By the way, I think you are strong now because if you were not, you wouldn't have possess this power to argue things with me.

The Butcher said pointing a long screwdriver to her neck so I'll know he wasn't bluffing. "What do you want me to fucking do?! " "Prove how much you value her life, " he said with a mischievous smirk. "What is that supposed to mean? " I could see his stretched neck from the video call. "See that knife? " I rolled my eyeballs, scrounging around. "This? " I asked grabbing a hold of the 7 inches butcher knife that laid on a table. "There isn't much time for you, Make the choice or I'll make it for you. Kill Tim with that knife or I'll kill Margot right this second, " he said picking up his toolbox, where he kept his weapons of terror.

Esme also turned her head towards him and found him grabbing his phone, and after whatever he saw on his phone, Esme witnessed his whole presence shifting to something extremely diabolic. He clenched his jaw and slammed his fist against the steering wheel, startling her. What happened to him now?