Devil Dawgs Novels & Stories

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.

I spoke as I grabbed his hand “What?” He asked “Stay with me” I replied “Will you be fine by it?” he asked “Yes” I replied as he sat back down “Are you sure you know it is me?” he asked again “Yes. Davis Devil Garraway” I replied as he chuckled “Ok, so the devil thing is now” he added as he smiled and looked at me “Well yes” I replied “But you know devil is the prettiest” he added as he smiled “Do not get your hopes up” I replied

He resembled an opposite version of Hiro, yet exactly as handsome as him. “He is responsible for any military and force actions. He is a level 5, the same as you. The boss values him a lot, he's an excellent fighter, intelligent, vicious… and has every possible symptom to be called a sociopath. Be wary of him,” she disclosed. That was the second person telling me something similar. I started feeling quite nervous at the thought of meeting that guy. Melisa must have noticed my restlessness and smiled to relax me a bit. “Don't worry too much… he is a guy above all, and you are pretty. I will teach you, how to use it right,” she grinned viciously, “Now, let's move to the other one…” she pointed

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

“I hope it hurt. You killed my brother. Took my father. Turned into this.” Devon’s eyes flickered—grey fighting black. “I saw it tonight. All of it. The pups I made watch executions. Your father in the cells. The way I choked you in the hall.” His voice dropped to a growl. “I became everything I hated. And I still want to lock you away so no one else can ever have you.” The ritual surged through me. I felt it slam into him. Devon roared and shoved me harder against the stone, lips crashing down on mine. It wasn’t gentle. Teeth clashed. He bit my bottom lip until it bled. I bit him back, tasting copper.

You can be sure of one thing, that Devilio’s little finger will be thicker than his father’s loins, and while his father chastised them with whips, he will do so with scorpions, literally. It is the wee hours of the morning and Devilio tosses and turns in his bed. He has been at this for the past one hour. He huffs and puffs and growls, looking for his “back-groove”, but he still can’t get some sleep. Although he is tired from the activities of yesterday, he still cannot get the rest that his body needs. Yesterday was hell, as it was his first time at the training ground. He was asked to run up the hill forty times with a two-pound dumbbell in each hand, but he could not even go up the hill

Zachariah and Michael sat in a white van, watching all the doors: Blue Dragon Ink, Satan’s Bar, The Garage. There was a constant stream of huge guys going in and out, all wearing black leather cuts. The logo on their backs read ‘The Road Devils’, and so it was pretty obvious that the Guardians were in the right place.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa