Dangerous Belial Novels & Stories

Selene I fell to the floor and felt my body dying. I didn't know how I knew, but I could feel it. There was no better way to describe what was happening at that moment. I just looked at Belial, the devil himself, smiling on Greco's face. “Beasts are so emotional that it's funny how they suffer for everything,” Belial said, and I groaned in pain. "Something I keep in mind is that, by consuming your soul, I will consume your mate's, and I will kill you both at the same time. The best two-for-one in damn history. You've been a pain in the ass since you were born, like those annoying pests that never go away, so I'm not going to make the same mistake with you."

Adrian instantly felt a mysterious power affecting his mind, trying to pull him into an endless illusion. "Do you really think this will work on me?" Adrian scoffed coldly. Simultaneously, he unsheathed the Frost Crystal Divine Sword and charged toward Belial. "Hah! You're just seeking your death!" Belial roared angrily. As the leader of the astral daemons, Belial had always been superior to all. No one had ever dared to confront him head-on.

he grunted "it’s my way of trying to convince myself that I’m safe." I didn’t need to see the demon’s face to know he was about to vomit. Belial hated boating as much as he hated Charon’s devastating and terrifying presence. My lips arched into a huge smile. It would be like killing two birds with one stone. I would torture my pet demon and find a way to get that pathological narcissist’s coin. ⋅• ♱ •⋅

Chapter 1 Elena; No one who dared to mess with him lived to tell the tale. Lord of the underworld. Angelo Fabian. But somehow, my father did. His name alone was enough to cause a shiver to run down your spine. What's worse when you step on his toes? I had heard rumors about him, about the deadly things he does. I had never met him but my colleagues at work might just have. Talked about him in fearful whispers like he is some kind of a god.

This seems odd and Angelica wanted to know the reason for their argument. "Why are you so wicked? Angelica wouldn't forgive you if she finds out what you are planning to do." Pamela spat out. "And I don't fucking care. She will never get angry at her father because if she finds out what am planning to do, she will give her life for my happiness. You very well know how much she loves me" Gerald pouted. Pamela gave him a menacing gaze, she didn't just know how to convince this man to change his evil plan against his daughter. Angelica is never worth evil things, she's just an innocent girl who craves to be loved by people and now her father is planning to kill her, sacrificing her blood to the

It was ironic that the same bastard child that he loved so much had come back to haunt him. “... I’d never seen anything like it,” Belial was saying, “my men reported that he tore through the soldiers like wind through hay.” Was Belial scared? Although he tried to hide it, his tone and demeanor denoted that he was scared. Belial was one of the top soldiers of the kingdom. He was feared and respected, and yet, that bastard must have spooked him so hard to have such a brave soldier like Belial running to the palace with his tail between his leg.

A nasty smirk appears on his face. “What would you want with the pretty little thing?” He asks as he slowly walks towards me, I click my fingers freezing the fucker in his place. I feel him trying to break free from my hold, but I am far too old and strong for the likes of him. “Chemosh, drop the boy,” Belial says from behind me. “Fuck you Belial, you need to get this fucker under control” I growl as I drop Kosac.

I whispered, the word slipping free before I could catch it, before I could rewind time and lock it away. His eyes finally opened again. And in them, I saw madness. Darkness swirled in their depths like a storm barely contained, like he was one wrong breath away from exploding. He looked possessed—no, claimed, by something feral. Something dangerous. Something deeply, horribly hungry. “моя богиня,” he murmured, the words melting from his mouth like worship. They didn’t sound like a name—they sounded like freedom. And then he moved.

Dimitri shooting two of his men was like a domino effect. And like usual, Asher decided not to share the crucial part of the story. He'd said they were attacked by him out of nowhere. There's a saying that the moment a saint commits a bad sin, it automatically overshadows all the good he'd done. Dimitri was no saint and this was just an analogy. The rumours didn't stop there until another sprouted out that he's likely responsible for Ava's death and he's not fit to be a leader. Sinclair's brother had requested an audience with Grandpa Santini but he was turned down.

Mae breathe out in relief but that was only shortlived as another reason for her to panic came up again. "Who else does he have tailing me Damian?" "Just me, for some months now." Mae frowned, "why?" "The boss thinks that there is no reason to keep hovering over you, everyone in town knows that you belong to him and so far so good, you have been a good girl and have not attempted to leave this town". Mae snickered. "like I could even if I'd wanted to." "Look Mae, this mafia life is dangerous. I know they assure protection but I want you and the father of your baby to be done with his family as soon as you can get your bearings and hide your identities well".