Devil Dawgs Novels & Stories

That devil seems to have multiple personalities. Duh?!

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

Win looked up as the hellhound curled up in his arms while purring with contentment. “Darling this is a hellhound pup from hell itself.” Adom hoped his lover could see reason. “She’s too cute to hurt us right baby? Isn’t that right girl? You’re too cute to hurt us!” Win crooned at the hellhound as he rubbed her ears and she purred as her tail wagged happily.

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

If he does not see what faintly strides through the dark night. So he turns again. He does not come to full view. He watches the figure move like the zombies from the video game. It was how the Apocalypse begins. First, a single zombie is seen raiding the streets but just as humans think they had it under control, a pack would lash out of a corner, charging towards them. No! Don't think that. Zombies are not real.

He was the only one that wasn't frozen in terror. The dog circled them, watching as its master produced a clipboard from his coat. Then the man laughed, "Yes, boy, I am. I mean, I'm the devil for these parts, I'm not Lucifer. But I can collect your souls. The terms of the deal are, you will be famous. But I can and will collect when I feel like it, preferably at your peak fame. Well, a demon will come for you, it won't be me. But you will know. Do you agree?" Three of them nodded. Jake was still trying to figure out how they had gotten the dogs eyes to glow red. Brian jabbed the drummer with his elbow and Jake nodded just so they could go. This lean hound loping about made him nervous. The w

After Dawn freed Charlie’s mouth, she sighed and said, “I give up. You are now the master, and I am the student. So, tell me about... 69.” Dawn laughed her heart out. She asked, “You haven’t done 69?” Inner Devil: ‘See, Charlie? You’re moving at the speed of a snail on vacation. At this rate, we’ll hit 69 when dinosaurs return!’ “No,” Charlie answered. “At best, we’ve just gone rough! Can you please take a break, and let’s go kinky together, okay?” “Well, they’re going to be busy with practice on Wednesday, and I heard this time, they’re holding practice in Suncrest Valley,” Dawn said.