Dear Satan Jack Black Novels & Stories

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

Their conversations halted, laughter died, and glasses that had once clinked in celebration were now held in frozen grips. Every eye was on us. Or rather—on him. |||Oh fuck! It's him.|| |||Right! Theron Blackmoor. The Prominent Blackmoor family’s only male heir.||| |||Wait! Do you mean the heir to the mighty Phantom Core International? The same one who seldom came out to the public except for rare cases?||| |||Right! He is the one. One time I got to see his picture via Elira’s Livestream of her family pictures. I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today.|||

Jessica asked, becoming impatient that Jack was so secretive about someone who allegedly was going to help her save the world, or something. Jack’s jaw tightened as he heard her question, but he was quick to answer. “Lucas Black. Alpha of the Bloodlust Pack” The Bloodlust Pack. That name stirred something deep down in Jessica’s memory of a tall, slender boy with silver-grey eyes and hair to match the colour. He had watched her once during a training session, but he said nothing. He just stared at Jessica as though she were invisible, like he could see right through the she-wolf. It wasn’t long until Jack and Jessica broke through the trees and into a clearing between them. The moonlight illu

“Sonia. Please. Just listen to me—what if—” Her eyes narrow dangerously. “What if what, Michael?” she snaps. “You’ve already made up your mind. You think I’m being arrogant, that I’m blinded by pride. But I know what I felt. And you keep forgetting about the damn puppy. The one who turned out to be Jack? He scratched all of you. He infected you with black magic.” Her voice rises with every word. “So don’t you dare stand there and tell me I’m wrong.” I stare at her, stunned.

the man asked, pointing to a huge wing decoration in the middle of the room. "Usually the black wings refer to Lucifer, the fallen angel, Satan. Black wings are usually used as a symbol of satan worship, that's what I know." "You're clever, child." The man said as he rubbed Alexa's nose. "You're not afraid?" "As long as they're men, their weakness is in their crotch. I will fuck them and they will worship me as their new satan." Alexa said in a haughty tone. The man smiled. And that smile! Oh God, Alexa recognised that smile. Even more, Alexa felt that she had met this man somewhere before, but she couldn't remember.

Jack and Clark are excellent soldiers in Black, so I let them directly manage the elite team. Jack should be at the logging site to supervise the enslaved people. In addition, he must find out if any enslaved people are hiding a mysterious drug that can help enslaved people transform into wolves. But a few days ago, I led more than half of my soldiers to deal with the trouble at the border, so I called him back to base to look after the base with Dante. I was afraid that Dante alone would make a mistake.

Maybe he could slip away and search the rest of the house? A booming voice came from the grand stairs above. "Welcome, gentlemen." Jonathan took shelter behind the men drinking as he studied the man coming down the steps to greet them. "As the Lord of Lust, I welcome you tonight to our satanic feast." The man held a black cat in his arms. The cat's ears were flattened back on its head in fear and fury, but it didn't claw or spit like Jonathan expected it to. The man who held it, the so-called Lord of Lust, had a familiar voice, but one he couldn't place.

Even their faces were goat-like, some with curling brown beards. “Satyrs,” Rosette whispered. “Delegates from the Black Vatican, to serve as England’s new spiritual advisers. They’re born, not made like lilitu or vampires. They’re not true immortals. Not even human, really.” Next came Salem, who looked over the crowd with an intense gaze and an intimidatingly dashing smirk.

He knew what to expect from most toms, but there was a part of him that wondered if he would find something different in the Black Devil. The Black-fur sighed. "I've used that term about five times in my time as the God of the Underworld. Truth be told, I find it abhorrent, little monster. So don't presume you know my heart." "And yet you still found the need to use it with me, Soot-walker." Agent fired back with the word that had once, many centuries ago, been a term of respect that had become one of many slurs used for black-furred toms.

Indeed, practice makes perfect. I only have one question in mind. Satan can also use black magic. I just want him to not hurt my people. The witch said we must cross the creatures to open the hell doors and meet the king of hell, Satan. What will the creatures be? What will their powers be? What will we have to do to defeat them? I closed my eyes. "Satan, you are not going to win over us this time. I bet you." To Be Continued