Butcher Diabolical Novels & Stories

It hurts like hell even though it wasn't an immortal slaying bullet, especially since he poisoned it. "Beg. I want to hear you begging." he ordered narrowing his eyes in amusement. "Over my dead body!" She yelled throwing a knife at him which surprised the marksman but unluckily for her, he caught it. "The last words of the damned. Farewell, Butterfly Witch. I shall be your executioner. Perhaps when we meet in hell will I finally be able to fuck your pussy in the throne of the Devil himself. For now, wait for me on the other side."

I needed to bind this wound especially since I can’t seem to NOT grab things with this hand. The store Butcher was a harmless older man. Still large but I’m sure he was a giant in his prime. Now he was hunched, round and wrinkled with a gruff voice and gnarled hands. He sported an uncontrollable white beard and bushy eyebrows that left me wondering how he could see anything at all. Everyone female was ‘sweetie.’ He was pleasant with his old fashion ways. He liked to flirt with all the ladies, young and old alike.

Below me Kaelen stood in the center of the ring. He was naked. His gray skin was stark against the dark mud. He looked small compared to the thing coming out of the opposite gate. The Butcher was not a wolf. He was a mountain of stitched flesh. He was a patchwork nightmare of muscle and scar tissue. He did not shift because he could not shift. He was permanently stuck in a monstrous halfway form. His jaw was unhinged. His claws were capped with rusted steel. "Kill him!" the crowd screamed. I looked at the woman beside me. Madame Kova was smoking her thin cigarette. She looked bored.

Lucien shouted as he stepped into the shadow of the trees with his shotgun raised and aimed directly at the Don’s chest. "You think you can come into my birthplace and take my family crown just because you burned a few rooms and stole some payroll cash, but I have twenty elite banking partners in the capital who can rebuild this entire empire with a single phone call while you three are still hiding in these dirt ditches like thieves!" the Butcher wheezed out, and his face was completely purple with rage as he spat a mouthful of blood onto the wet leaves and tried to reach inside his inner vest pocket.

Silas’s POV The rain over Queens was heavy, black, and smelled like burning rubber. I didn't use a gun. A gun is too clean. It leaves too much distance between the hunter and the prey. When someone takes what belongs to the Schmidt family—when someone puts their filthy hands on my little princess—I want to feel their bones break. I want to feel the exact moment the light leaves their eyes. They call me the Butcher of Berlin. It’s a title I earned in the underground meat-packing districts of Germany, clearing out entire syndicates with nothing but a rusted cleaver and an iron will. New York thought they had seen monsters before we arrived. They had no fucking idea.

he was shaking visibly as he recalled the horror he had experienced. “The crone and the butcher?” I asked in confusion. “Two members of the witches’ council – the crone and the butcher. They wiped us out and they are still around here somewhere, please save me,” he clasped my hand in his. His palms were grimy and sweaty. I looked at him sympathetically, “Don’t worry, you are safe now.” Claude called me aside, “Stephan, if what he is saying is true…” “I know, we have the chance to take out two big fishes,” I completed.

The pastor's eyes were flaming red slits as they narrowed their focus onto the honey-colored lady before him. Rhychard watched as he stretched his arms, the claws of Vargas ripping through human flesh, blood dripping from the open wounds. "You!" He pointed an arm—half demon, half human—at Buttercup. "You should have stayed hidden."

(Didi) Crac. I look emotionlessly at my Family Leader as the lifeless body collapses before me. My hand, arm, and the right side of my face received the spray of blood from my victim as I pulled the blade out. I only had to stab my knife once. This surgical gesture, repeated countless times since my early childhood, is the reason I hate what I become as soon as I get home. Tender childhood? Let me laugh. There was never anything tender about the Bonani childhood.

“Hey Kitty, what’s going on that got everyone going crazy?” “You didn’t hear? The owner Legion Baphomet is going to be here tonight with his close friend Leviathan Demogorgon the CEO of Demogorgon Corporation. Dani needs to pick two girls that will be working in the club to take care of them both, and of course he’ll pick me to be one to take care of them.” “What makes you think he’ll chose you over me?” “Well Duchess, I am one of Dani’s favorite girl here and of course Cherry as well.”

Suddenly, the goat-headed devil is in pain and grabs his tail. “DAMN YOU! HUMAN BRAT! EEEAAHHH” The devil’s claws suddenly became longer. The goat-headed devil is starting to get frustrated and attack Abelard with his claws wildly. Abelard does not lose, his sword dance gracefully. The Devil’s hooves and Abelard’s sword collide with each other.