Devil Mouse Novels & Stories

“And when he takes it, we end him.” Lucian didn’t answer immediately. His silence wasn’t hesitation—it was calculation. Marek wasn’t Darius. Darius had been a wolf with a pack, a monster bloated with power. Marek was smaller, meaner. He was the kind of rat that survived famine, the kind that lived on scraps until he found the right throat to sink his teeth into. He wouldn’t approach Serrano empty-handed. Which meant Marek had already prepared his own offering.

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

While it’s clumsy and uncoordinated, its movements are still powerful. “I told you not to get in my way, Hezekiah,” Amos growls. It doesn’t seem in any rush to chase after Julia. What game is it playing? Whatever it is, I don’t want to find out. “I won’t let you hurt her.” I stand firm, unwavering beneath its midnight stare. “I will destroy you,” the demon threatens as it stalks forward. “I will devour your very soul.” I parry to the side as it attempts to dart around me, blocking it from pursuing Julia’s retreating form. “You can’t kill somebody who’s already dead,” I snarl.

The child's cries worsen as if feeling the deadly aura and the death wolf roars in his mind. Silence, the bitches crying forever...kill her...fuc*ing murderer...! End the evil! No...I... can't... Then let me do it. Hand over the controls, Thaneos. Can this child really be that evil? Is the death wolf right? But can he kill his own child? The ringing sound in Thaneos's eyes worsened. A roar leaves his lips as his hand extends into his claws to touch the child. Kill her...just one slash at her heart...do it... You are doing good for this world...trust me.

The air reeked of iron and death, heavy and nauseating. “Too noisy.” The voice that followed was chilling—calm, devoid of any emotion yet deep and smooth like a devil's lullaby. It belonged to only one man: Leonardo Morano. Known in hushed whispers as the Devil himself, his mere presence drained the warmth from the room.

he whispered. “They were feeding, on humans. I found Mel passed out the steps one night, the other morning she had teeth marks on her wrist, I think the devils' lare is an actual lare, it's a fucking den,” I snarled, “I knew the name of that place was odd,” “But it doesn't make sense, why would Lucifer agree to such terms, he wasn't all innocent, I must agree, but I know him, and I know he wouldn't agree to this knowing what was really going on,”

Alice was snuggled up in Devon's arms. He was wide awake and couldn't sleep. He kept listening to her heart beat as she sleep. Devon all of a sudden heard a voice in his head, he ignored it the first time, but when he heard the voice more louder the second time he couldn't ignored it anymore. It was a Lycan mind link, it was something different like a summoning.

Note the sarcasm. I was about leaving the junk mails when one of the very last ones caught my eye, it was from a source labeled .afriend. I clicked on it, feeling wearily apprehensive and the message popped onto the screen moments later. I had a sneaky suspicion what this was about. It was like I had suspected. Another anonymous message. This time more detailed than the last. The Devil is a liar. The Devil is a thief. Your time is running out. Your answer lies in a mirror.

It was faint and no more than just a silhouette but I knew this was the memory I had been trying to grab. I imagined myself moving toward the figure in the house I had created in my mind. My movements were sluggish, as if I was being weighed down by some invisible force. Everything around me was glowing with a deep crimson red as I fought harder and harder to reach the figure that was just beyond me. Growing tired and frustrated I threw my hands out in anger. I watched as a rush of blue electricity flowed from my hands and the fog began to clear. The red haze had disappeared as quickly as it had taken over. I was finally able to make out the figure in front of me, the memory I had been tryin

Deal", said Mete in a stronger pleasant voice. "But why?", asked Noah with doubt by lifting his eyebrows. "My child, Nevaeh is your dad's trial robot. l need to make another powerful one. So l need to do some experiments with her and from that result l wanted to make an advanced one. l think my little genius get my idea", said Mete lovingly by caressing on Noah's hair. Noah nodded his head like as he understood all the things what was his father just told.