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.)

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.

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.

At the green light, he sped up to catch up with the team. On his leather couch with a glass of wine in his left hand, Dr. Din Black got the message. He smiled evilly and laughed as if he won a deal with the devil. He exclaimed, "If I kill you, Dr. Smith... my despair utopia, where despair fills people, will be completed! What a nice appetizer to indulge." Dr. Din Black stood up, walked near his glass windows. He glanced outside and took a sip of his wine. "Now, let's have a banquet of darkness!"

Jongin said understandingly, moving forward: “Does it make sense to you?” He stopped as that man showed his fangs into a sharp, devilish smile. “I am Aleister Black, the exterminator of the Ilgara race, who murdered Prince Gerald and his wife, Lorraine.” His smile widened like a mentally disturbed person. And soon he will kill Damontry Elgara to revive the barren land of kingdoms with its hybrid blood. “How long are we going to stay here?” Baekhyun grumbled, wiping both hands over his face.

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.

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