Butcher Diabolical Novels & Stories

Helena cursed. "We were so close at finally punishing that bastard Xavier. I would've killed him if he agreed to take the punished. Cursed those stupid rules, him still being alive shows us how weak we are. We now have two abomination walking free among our midst." Cortez slammed his hand smashing the table into two.

It died there voluntarily while this fuckery head kept on bullshiting. “But you are directly involved in the killing, seizing the townland, and stealing the town’s people's money, and here you are, right now in front of us. Not only you betrayed this town, but you also betrayed your partner; the werewolf, and also your son. How spineless can you be?” “I…” His eyes rolled around, trying to get out of the situation. “Maid! How many times do I need to tell you? A woman should go back to the kitchen. Serve your master!” The butcher shouted.

Mads's adoptive father must have passed the Alpha torch to his daughter. "Theodora Walker," I offered, holstering my gun as one of Ariella's wolves cuffed the Pantomath. She waved her hand somewhat dismissively. "I know who you are. Quite the reputation. But I believe thanks are in order for bringing the Butcher back to us to face his punishment." "The Butcher?" I asked, glancing back at the warlock. The nickname fit. He was known for brutalizing bodies, but it still left a sour feeling in my stomach.

I felt it then. Not fear. Claim. Dominic’s hand settled at the small of my back, not guiding, not restraining. Possessing. The gesture was subtle. The message was not. We took our seats at the head of the table. Introductions blurred past me until a voice cut through smooth, amused. “So this is her.” I looked up. Lucien Hale. I recognized him instantly from Dominic’s files. A financier with too much charm and too little conscience. Dangerous because he liked people knowing his name.

“It’s stupid but I did it to cope. I didn’t even know when and how I started. I just… I just found myself scratching on my skin when I was plagued by my memories. I’d use anything– my fingers, a shaving stick…” Dio. A fresh boil of fury bubbled up in me, filling me with more murderous intent. Danilo and his sick buyers were practiCellie dead men walking at this point. Knowing that I won’t be the one to personally take out all of them riled me even more.

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

But his simple word pieced through my skin and settled straight into my stomach, causing those stupid flutters to go crazy. No, no, Delilah, snap out of it. Psychopath. Murderer. Lunatic. Merciless. Animal. Monster. Inhuman. Heartless. Satan...

Samuel grab him on the neck choking him angrily with his nails piercing through his skin and he cried out in agony tapping hard on his hand to let go But he's too angry to listen and soon thrust him back on the floor causing his bones to break into pieces. The other human in the room stare in shock at what just happened and brought out his gun in defense, he yell in anger and shoot at him nonstop Samuel grunt in a roar and his black hair slowly turn white and longer than it was before, his nails grow long and longer and his body ooze darkness. ~ The gunman feel his body being lifted up the floor and grab unto his neck like something is grasping at it, he wiggled helplessly and fight hard lik

Helpless as I was, I felt that the world would be better off without the butcher guy in it, so when Zuomin spoke of his grand plan and how he had win, I fixed my stare at the butcher and almost prayed for an opportunity to get my hands on him. So, it happened that either my prayers were answered by God himself, it was just a fucked up karma thing, Zuomin was done blabbering and he ordered the butcher guy to finish us all off, the butcher, excited as a child told to play a game, he quickly went to work on the two guys before me, I could have swore he was in a hurry to get to me, he smirked at me when it was my turn and slowly swaggered towards me, brandishing this sharp, large cleaver.

Luciana couldn't help but think he looked like an older anime character - handsome and captivating. "Such a beautiful name for a beautiful damsel," he chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I am—" he began, but Antonio cut him off. "That's okay, Uncle. I'll take it from here," Antonio said curtly, his eyes flashing with annoyance. He turned to Luciana and said, “it seems you’re the only person who haven’t met him. This is Domenico. He is my uncle.” Domenico smiled. "People call me 'The Butcher,'" he said, his voice dripping with menace. Antonio dropped his fork, as Viktor turned to him.