Butcher Diabolical Novels & Stories

(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.

what would I see, underneath? What did that loose-fitting mask hide? I wanted to look away from that horrible, sagging face and burning yellow eyes, but I couldn’t. I saw, in fleeting glimpses that curdled my guts, things writhing around the edge of the clearing. Things neither human nor animal, neither one thing nor another. Things made of twisted, polluted flesh. They were making those horrible sounds as they twisted and snapped and mounted each other, all to the tune of their own squeals. Whatever they were or had been, they snapped and thrusted into each other in hysteric mania. All this I only glimpsed, because as horrible as it was to gaze upon the man in yellow, it was preferable to t

Their son Rico is a well-known player who is harsh and egotistical. My mom works as a cook in the Graysons, I have encountered Rico on two different occasions and I most definitely hate him. Tears rolled down, of course how the hell am I not suppose to cry. We literally owe the Grayson a huge amount of money. My mother got into an argument with a cook at the Grayson residence.They destroyed a gilded glass table worth millions of dollars while they were at each other's necks.My mother, who has worked as a cook there for a while, was at the whim of Mr. Grayson. Luckily for her she wasn’t sent away or probably sent to jail.

The Butcher. Is he back again? I wonder. I don't know if I will be able to face him. Not after what I found out about him last night. Nasty man. In my mind I see his head glowing under a single light bulb in a dark room, like in a typical interrogation scene from a Hollywood movie. Shadows which monstrously disfigured his face. A sadistic pull around his mouth.

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

His life depended on it. A dark, ugly chuckle echoed in the room as he stepped out of his hiding place. He wore a mask that cloaked his vicious looks. He was known to be a walking demon who preyed on those who crossed his path or tried to defile him. He turned to the butcher and another two of the man's fingers came flying, followed by an excruciating cry. "You should know that I don't like asking questions twice." "Master Asher, please, he will kill me if I say a word." Beads of sweat accompanied by tears rolled down his face. His body was visibly shaking and his heart pounded hard against his chest.

That couldn't go unpunished—he refused to accept that the witch would get away with it. Then there was the issue with Libia. Every time she spoke, it was like a child’s cartoon merging with a trashy reality show. Her brain didn’t seem to work right, which gave him headaches. So, his seduction-manipulation plan had to move forward quickly, or he might end up throwing himself from the top floor of his company.

Wielding the Immortal Butcher, Alex’s slash arrived in front of him. The tauren below him shouted, “Kocis, be careful!” Kocis turned around and unleashed his magical sword. Clank! The Immortal Butcher struck on the magical sword. The opponent's magical sword looked ordinary, but it was on par with the Immortal Butcher, and there was not even a single nick on it. After all, the Immortal Butcher was the final form of the ultra divine artifact after experiencing thorough refinements. It showed that the tauren's magical sword was also absolutely rare.