Devil Dawgs Novels & Stories

The thick iron muzzle aggressively clanked violently against the highly polished marble floor. The twelve highly powerful executives violently gasped in pure, absolute horror. They actively stared completely at the violently shivering, half-naked, entirely mangled biological shell aggressively kneeling in the freezing dirt. The legendary Devil of Dalal Street was completely unrecognizable. His beautiful, incredibly arrogant face was a terrifying, actively bleeding mask of raw, violently shredded flesh entirely caged behind heavy, rusted iron.

"So, are you done with her?" Yes, Daemon was done with her. He had already made that decision, and he intended to stick to that resolution this time. "Because if you are, I'd like to pick her up. I want her to scream for me this time." Wilson continued,if he were to be a dog Daemon would have sworn he would be wagging his tail with his tongue stoked out, dangling in his saliva filled mouth. "I'm not done with her. Keep your paws away," Daemon retorted, without even giving his words a thought. What in the name of what is holy...?

She tries to scream but only a strangled sound escapes. I grab her arm. “You’re going to Detective Hall.” Her eyes blaze with fury but suddenly her body convulses violently. Her bones crack. Her muscles twist. My wolf stiffens. “...oh hell.” Davina’s control shatters. Her feral side explodes outward like a bomb. She throws me across the yard with terrifying force. I create a shield from the earth with water as I stay harmless.

At this moment, he was completely disheartened. “What the f*ck! Arghh!” a loud growling was heard coming from the entrance. Rushing in from the entrance was Darryl with the Blood Drinking Sword in his hand. His eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed in like an irrational madman. Behind him was Dax Sanders with an ax, followed by hundreds of physically built men in black. “You’re unforgivable! You’re all unforgivable!” Darryl was entirely out of his mind. He swung his Blood Drinking Sword randomly at any passerby that came in his way.

I heard the devils voice "And who are you" "The devil" "The devil" he said, everybody turned towards him, I did too, the look he has right now Scares me to the core, I have never seen him this angry, though he appears calm But you can see the fury in his eyes "Are you trying to teach me my job" Choke barked, the devil said nothing, that's more frightening He is not yet in his uniform, he is wearing a red T-shirt and black trousers, looking total badass.

A massive, real life devil, the literal largest of life killers that ever walked the earth… kneeling before ME. At MY mercy. Hope flicks her tail playfully, and bats her eyes. Dante walks up to Rowan, clearly without any fear at all, and sniffs him. Hope wiggles our nose as the stench of sulfur and burnt skin flitters into our nose. When the devil huffs slightly, actual fucking smoke comes out of his nose. *Ohh man that’s awful,* Hope says, as she fights trying not to show her disgust at the smell. We stand frozen when the devil scoops up Dante’s large body and brings him so their noses rub. Awwww!

What the fuck! “Motherfucker!” He growled. I could feel the heat of the rage that consumed him as he jumped out of the car. The other car’s door opened, and a person I thought was dead walked out of it. Lazzaro didn’t even waste a second before punching him hard on the face. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was seeing correctly. What the hell? Enzo Bianchi? Without hesitation, I scram out of the car, and rushed towards him.

But the numbers were too great. With a brutal, coordinated tear, three massive rogues clamped their jaws around Devon’s legs, violently dragging him down into the bloody snow. Devon let out a strangled gasp, his fingers scraping uselessly against the frozen crust as his strength finally evaporated. He fell flat on his back, his body drenched in his own blood, completely overwhelmed by the slavering pack.

Ginger haired Emily Hurst looked comical with her mouth hung open and hands in the air, she was obviously about to yell out something. I was only half surprised when he materialized out of thin air half a second later. This was the first time I had met the devil in daylight and I felt the hairs on my skin stand erect at his sight. His pale white skin looked almost yellowish, like someone suffering from a rare skin disease and his long dreadlocks looked even more tangled than usual. Only this time, I noticed a tattoo of a big, black cobra at his collarbone which extended all the way to his neck.

Devil smirked wickedly, "Run! Run! Little lady, I'll see how far you can run away from me.. I'll break you, clip your wings and cage you. And you will cry and only cry because I never forgive and Forget. Now it's a payback time" ~NEIL KHANNA, CO-CEO of K.K corporation with Arjun Kashyap (The BEAST), is a 28 year old hottest Sexiest business tycoon of India. He is the cruelest creature 'DEVIL' of God who he doesn't believe in 'FORGET AND FORGIVE' "I'm good but not an ANGEL", NEIL KHANNA aka DEVIL. ~AASHMAAN, An Angel. Her name is Aashmaan, only a name, she doesn't have any surname.