Devil Dawgs Novels & Stories

"Only a fool would be fearless against The Devil Dog. He handles everything with high security and military tactics. He kills anyone who gets in his way or crosses him. No one understands how he can strategize so well. Military? Wait... Marines are called Devil Dogs. The more I thought about it, the more the idiot made sense. Adam had all the resources, power, and money to be involved with the mafia. Could he have stooped that low in life? "I see you're putting the pieces together. Would you care to share what you know about The Devil Dog that we don't?" I scoffed and shook my head, making the man sigh. "Fine. I guess we'll have to break you." Before I knew it, my shirt was ripped off of me,

They were turning the pages as quickly as possible to find any reference to this creature until they found a page titled ‘Black Dogs’ It had drawings to the creatures in it and when shown to Rory he would yelp in disbelief, the look on the page was so detailed. The book read: Black Dogs are a sign of great problems to come, they only act at the behest of hell and the one that summoned them. Black Dogs are giant hounds bred on the lower levels of Hades, they reach 46” in height, and with big and athletic builds, their teeth are large and sharp and always in display, and their tails are long and thick as workers' rope. Their eyes are red and orange like a flame as if their spirits were flamed

"I'm done playing nice with you and your whore of a girlfriend." That did it - something inside Dmitry finally snapped at the derogatory insult towards Abeni. He lunged forward with a feral roar, only to be brought up short by the impact of a rifle butt slamming into his stomach. He doubled over, gasping for air, as the Morozov men surged in to restrain him. Strong arms twisted his own behind his back in an agonizing hold.

I shook my head vigorously. “Do you know what we do to people who insult the boss?” Boss number two questioned, his eyes darkening in a frightening way. “But I didn't! I really didn't!” I cried out. “One time, as the butcher, I turned this man's body into barbecue. Burned at the stake. Our dogs, hellhounds if you might call them, really enjoyed munching on the bastard's charred flesh,” Mr Wolf added. I looked at the devil for help, but he only shrugged in my face.

Hopefully this guy could give him some answers. Caleb spent over an hour on the phone with Warren. He felt a lot better after that conversation. Warren claimed he knew that vampires were real and that he knew how to kill them and was willing to share that information with Caleb, but he wouldn’t do it over the phone, he said information like that was too sensitive and needed to be exchanged in person. The guy lived in Maine, but Caleb needed this information, so he offered to buy Warren a plane ticket. Warren turned his offer down, telling him that he would get the plane ticket himself but he had some things to take care of and next week would be the earliest he could come.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

Hema bit her lip to keep from crying out. Without warning, Zayden seized her wrist and dragged her towards the bed, his grip unyielding. He pushed her onto the mattress, caging her beneath his formidable frame. The sheets thrashed about as she struggled to cover herself, but he would have none of it. Zayden's mouth descended upon her breast, his teeth grazing the tender skin. Hema cried out, the sting of pain morphing into an unwanted surge of pleasure. He nibbled and bit, marking her flesh as his own, a perverse brand of possession.

Wolf and Kansas looked at each other again, thinking about Dawson Kinney’s defection from the club and the unforgivable sin of starting his own, The Blood Crew MC. Sure, two years ago Wolf had walked away from all the criminal contracts and contacts… and Dawson and his crew had just turned right around and picked them up. And it’s not like Dawson was ancient history, because less than two weeks before, The Road Devils had lost yet another brother to The Blood Crew. Beams, the Devils’ former Treasurer, had fucked off to join Dawson because he wanted the brutal violence and the waterfall of money of his former life. Wolf wasn’t offering any of that anymore, but Dawson sure as hell was.

and trembled with fear when they heard them coming. In the past, Hilda's orange cats, Connie's black dog, and the huskies were known as the 'three devils' of the Aebasa Residence. Now, there was an additional devil. The four devils of the Aebasa Residence could make their scalps tingle. Nathan felt like Hilda and her mother had too much money to spend. Because she liked orange cats, she always kept dozens of them at home. Connie liked black dogs, so she would also bring them home by the dozens.

He beams evilly, his fingers wrapped around my neck, "You can't run away from Papa. You know that better than anyone, don't you?" "P-please s-stop!" I choke on a sob as his hold only got fiercer, "you are h-hurting me." "Shut up!" He growls, slamming my head against the wall. "P-please, Papa." I whimper in agony, while his talons dig deeper into the skin of my neck. "I begged you that day, didn't I?" He releases a dark chuckle, and I gasp in fright when a single drop of sun's rays falls on his eyes. The eyes are like a black hole of never-ending doom; so sinister I fear them more than the owner.