Devil Novels & Stories

“He’s human and nothing bad is going to happen during the remainder of his stay. ‘Until you’re a mindless drone again’ she thought. Letting his manipulative ass back in her life will be doing everyone good. She didn’t like it at all. “So who do you think the rat is?” she asked. “Could be anyone. The only thing they were slow today. I just want to catch whoever it is in action and then they’ll regret ever knowing me, Megumi Hirose” she grinned. “And that’s a promise”.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Lorenzo tried containing his hormones as his member stirred to life. Dio! He thought, his mind clouding with dirty thoughts. Bonnie's grey pupils came into view when she opened her eyes. Her cheeks turned a deep red colour when she realized she had shared a bed with a man. A man! And not just any man. Don of the Italian Mafia. "Morning, beautiful." He said with his sexy morning voice. "Morning." Bonnie said. She sighed as her hand laid on Lorenzo's face. Is it a good time to kiss him?

“ Ok, so what’d you like to talk to me about? “ I said annoyed after moments of silence. “ Would your pack like to come in and be peaceful or would you like to leave, “ he said seriously. “ What do you mean? This is our territory! “ I fumed “ I don’t want to be like our parents. I would like to propose a new way of handling our little, “ he paused to think, “ disagreement, “ “ You call the werewolves serving your mother’s head on a platter a disagreement? “ one of the bloodsuckers said. Suddenly, Ethan’s eyes went dark. I can’t explain it. It’s like the light reflecting from his eyes had gone. His veins popped out of his pale skin. Ethan grabbed the vamp’s throat. It was more of a threat tha

I exclaimed. “What, you never witnessed that back at Grey Wolf?” He looked at me, smiling. “I did, but I never did it myself,” I replied. “And to be honest, never thought I’d witness it again.” “It goes great with my favorite Russian phrase.” Blake had a glint in his eyes. He turned to the other poor bastard, who was convulsing uncontrollably in fear. As Blake’s warriors struggled to hold him down, a puddle formed on the floor from him pissing himself. Blake just as swiftly sliced his dick off and yelled, “Hui tebé v rot!” as he did the same thing again, shoving it into his companion’s mouth.

Finishing the job. ****😑****

A malicious smile danced upon Devin's lips, radiating a sinister aura. "My, my, Lycan King," Devin taunted, his voice dripping with twisted satisfaction. "You've managed to awaken the slumbering beast within me. Prepare yourself, for this is where the true battle begins. I am acknowledging you as a formidable foe. You’re the first enemy I recognized, Zeke Forenbach!” Devin's proclamation sent a shiver down Zeke's spine, a foreboding sense of imminent danger. And in that instant, the atmosphere crackled with an electric energy, as if the very air recognized the impending clash of powers.

Fuck it here's goes nothing. I AM A WEREWOLF!!!

The slaughterhouse erupted. The crimson light from the obsidian charm pulsed like a diseased heart, flooding Viktor’s system with a synthetic, volatile rage. His muscles swelled, tearing through the cheap fabric of his suit jacket. His features contorted, shifting halfway between man and beast, a grotesque mockery of a true transformation. He was a rabid animal, empowered by an artificial and unstable source. He charged, not with a warrior's strategy, but with the suicidal momentum of a runaway truck.

The smell of boiling lard and cheap coal smoke mingled with the sharp, toxic tang of Devon’s maddened scent. He stepped over the splintered remains of the kitchen door, his movements jerking like a puppet pulled by broken strings. The copper hair he shared with the Alpha King was matted with grime, and his jaw worked in silent curses. His eyes were no longer human; they were the bloodshot, hollow plates of a wolf that had completely lost its mind to rejection and bloodlust.