Devil Dog: The Hound Of Hell Cast 소설 & 이야기

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

Mia couldn't believe she was staring at the devil. She couldn't fathom how he was there in the first place. In second place, there was a very rich and powerful man bleeding to death on the restroom pathway of a vessel filled up with the ultra wealthy, and upper echelons of society. This was something straight out of a horror movie. “What the fuck, Luca?!” Her eyes doubled when she heard Lev’s voice. And as it moved, she saw him standing behind the devil, his mouth wide open in shock.

she whispered. Rio’s gaze swept over the growing crowd—faces hardened by centuries of pain. “We have to.” From the tree line, Odessa watched him with an unreadable expression. “Valentine’s changing,” the silver-eyed woman murmured. Odessa’s lips curved faintly. “Good. He’ll need to.” But deep in the swamp, unseen and silent, something stirred. A figure cloaked in black—its glowing red eyes like embers in the dark. A Bloodhound. The Council’s most ruthless hunter.

The way he checked behind him, just a glance, just a flick of his eyes, to make sure I was still there. He was covered in blood. He had cut off a man's head. He had killed and killed and killed and he had not stopped because stopping meant something might reach me. And then I remembered who he was. The Devil of Vercelli. A man so feared that criminals stepped aside when he walked in. A man with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. A man who had bought me at an auction and called me a ward and told me not to settle into his house.

Both of them leaned against me and listened. "The natural order of the wolfing world, is Alpha Beta and Omega. However there was a fourth, the fourth represented something dark and eternal. A being so dark that people called it the devil dog, or the black wolf. But in our world, we call it...the hellhound. The human's believed that the hellhound was a three headed dog of Hades. However, the hellhound was not the name for a three headed dog, but three seperate wolves. two of the wolves were twins, their names were Sozen and Ozai."

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

She gave him the middle finger and went about her duties. Spike didn’t come to the clubhouse to check out 'Asses' especially the white 'Chic's' in short that flaunted their bodies here and there. He was here to carry out a mission. “Where the fuck is Khalil?” He hissed, muttering underneath his breath. His impatience grew as the clock ticked but spike knew that he had to be patient, very. His face contorted to that of disgust as he took sight of the figure ahead of him. “Bastard." He hissed.

how could he did that to a woman… being pregnant. “We haven't had the chance to call Rodrigo yet… the name of Devanna's mate, we got news… because of bleeding, she was being treated at the pack doctor's clinic. The neighbor saw Devanna was walking out of her home... crawling ... she was covered in blood. From a neighbor's account, Devanna had muttered that Rodrigo had kicked her very hard in the stomach…. Rodrigo was still sleeping and smelled of alcohol. When Devanna was helped, she soon lost consciousness… she was treated for seven days in a clinic owned by a doctor's pack. I told Alpha Remus, that Devanna was my Erasthai… I asked him to punish Rodrigo… and he happily did it. He beheaded R

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.

As they exchanged barbs under flickering candlelight, Lucian was already moving through the labyrinthine hallways of the villa. Past locked doors and faded oil portraits, he stepped into the old smoking lounge—a forgotten room with velvet armchairs and books no one read. Inside, a man stood at the window, masked but instantly recognizable. “Benedict’s dog,” Lucian said quietly, closing the door behind him. The man turned. No denial. No surprise. “You could have been somewhere else tonight,” the man replied. Lucian’s smile was thin. “So were you.”