Devil Dawgs Novels & Stories

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

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

Everyone except King and Sam stared in shock as the men strode into the room, the devil insignias on their backs as large as life. “Hey, King,” Wolf Connor, President of The Road Devils MC greeted him. “Sam.” “Hi,” Sam responded, the nodded at the man behind Wolf with a teasing grin “Vic.” Victor ‘Scars’ Innis rolled his eyes, but it was an affectionate gesture. Nobody called him ‘Vic’ but his kid brother, and as much as it annoyed him for everyone in the room to know his birth name, he’d take it off Sam. He thought the sun rose and set on his brother, so he got away with shit that nobody else could.

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.

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, WILLY. Will_the_devil DAMN!

“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.

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.

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