Devil Dog: The Hound Of Hell Cast นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“The more I have you, the more I need you. I am becoming obsessed.” Adrian turned his head and kissed him softly. “Then be obsessed. I am not going anywhere.” Outside, the hunt continued. Damien Ricci and Vittorio were closing in. But inside, the devil was slowly being tamed by the only person who had ever dared to love him back.

"Put the gun away and back off." He doesn't move, so this time, I take him by the arm, easing him backwards. The pitch is low. Whatever's producing the sound is big. As we retreat a few steps, the owner of the sound emerges. And he's a whopper. Black, with ginger face markings and eyebrows, this dog could be cast as 'Hellhound of the Year'. A Rottweiler, he crouches, body hanging low, ears laid flat back. His eyes are white-rimmed and his lips pulled back to display ranks of pristine teeth.

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

Sammi said as clapped her hands excitedly. “Watching him… what?” Jonathan asked, his voice trailing off as he watched the dog transform in front of them. The brown fur darkened to black, and his body tripled in size. His snout elongated and teeth extended. When he breathed out, light smoke showed in the red glow of his eyes. “That’s a fucking hell hound!” Thomas screamed. “Teufelhunden,” Wyatt said with a little laugh. “Not once have I ever denied that. His full name literally translates into Hell Hound.” Celeste pointed out. “Does your wolf still want to take him on?”

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

"Let's see how long you can hold on, you useless cultivator! When I peel off your human skin, I'll take you back and throw you to the lowest-level Earth Devils. Those Earth Devils are hungry and thirsty, and your blood is an extraordinary temptation to them. When the time comes, you won't just be split into pieces. Before that, you will suffer unforgettable torture for the rest of your life, hahaha!" In the midst of the storm came the frenzied laughter of the Silver-armored Devil. Caspian frowned slightly. From the other party's tone, he could instinctively tell that what the other party had said was not as simple as hungry and thirsty on the surface. When the words " unforgettable torture"

But when I was in high school, I stumbled upon a book of demons that showed me the image of how a true hellhound looked. It was an enormous black furless dog, almost twice the size of a werewolf with bright neon eyes and drool dripping from its sharp canines. It could stand on two feet if it chose to and had the ability to shoot fire from their mouth. The Devil's destructive pet. Looking at that picture alone... I knew... that was no exaggeration. The witch who summoned them must have been extremely powerful. I even heard that the ritual itself came with a very high price. She must have been desperate as hell.