Devil Dawgs Novels & Stories

amazing, Devanna, and I have to face the four alpha wolves. Uncle's wolf jumped at me, I swiftly dodged and turned into Cain. Devanna has also changed, he is fighting two on one with a wolf that is bigger than his own wolf. I can't wait too long, I have to finish everything ... quickly! Before Devanna died. I dodged attack after attack from Uncle Abe's wolf and one other wolf. I guess the wolf that was fighting me was a little off guard and I quickly bit his right leg ... I should have been able to bite him right away ... If it wasn't distracted by Uncle Abe.

Swearing and calling us devils, just makes me smile. “We’re devils, so you should be aware, that devils never stop. Never quit, and don’t burn in the inferno we just walk through it, now speak.” My words taunt him and he nods, he looks like he might puke, or pass out, either isn’t good. “They are using Daisy.” “We know that already!” Calix’s anger grows and the knife swings removing another finger. Ryan screams again, trying to break free, it’s a useless attempt to escape, my restraints aren’t toys.

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

A whine left the appointed Wolf’s throat and he looked to the rest of his team for help, but they all cowered and moved back, leaving him all alone in the limelight. “We don’t answer to you,” he said after moments of deliberation, “therefore, you can’t force us to speak.” The wolves that were cowering behind him suddenly sprang up, strong and proud on all fours, and in unison they howled. A sinister smile appeared on Devon’s face, Luka made to join him but he raised his hand, stopping him in his tracks. “It’s been a while since I had fun, all 35 of them will be a good warm up for my bones.”

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

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.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

"You! Who betrayed the kingdom! Kill her!" When the devils they called is in front of them now! The devils wore chains and hard vest. They are coloured in red! They had horns, tails, and tattoos all over their body. And so run they ran at Luis Park and the company. "Butt!" "Yes, master!" Butt replied. Then Butt move fastly! And spin to stop the upcoming devils. "Echolocation!" Butt floats and howled an ear-piercing sound.

Halsey watched as Dwight stepped forward, yanking the Stormborn Devil away with a powerful motion. The Stormborn Devil quickly regained his composure and snarled, his face twisting in rage. "You brat! How dare you ruin my fun!" With that, the Stormborn Devil swung a punch at Dwight. Dwight, agile and quick, effortlessly dodged the blow and retaliated with a punch to the Stormborn Devil's stomach. With a loud bang, the Stormborn Devil crashed into the side of the car, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“You can’t keep her from me!” Devon’s reply was a guttural growl. His jaws clamped down around Kyle’s neck. He didn’t hesitate. He bit through. The crunch was sickening. Kyle’s scream died in a wet gurgle, blood flooding the ground as his body convulsed, then stilled. Devon tore his throat out entirely, lifting his head high with the kill, letting the sight burn into the memory of every survivor. The courtyard went silent for a heartbeat Kyle’s remaining wolves faltering, fear rippling through them. Then Devon’s warriors surged, cutting them down without mercy. The scent of death thickened, the ground littered with corpses.