Devil Rat Novels & Stories

Raw fear. He kicked and screamed, cursed and swore. It seemed to work. Ralph Virtus disappeared. And then—SPLASH! Ice cold water pierced through his skin like a thousand needles, and he howled in pure pain. The Devil cast the container away and squatted before his spurting self. ‘I’ll let you continue your little operation here in my hood—.’ Mickey spat at that sickeningly handsome face and screamed in a crazy high pitch, “FUCK YOU!! THIS PLACE IS M—-!”

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the surroundings, deep and loaded with malice. He was the leader of that territory, revealing himself before us. His name was Valarok, a sinister being who fed on the energy of the disease, becoming increasingly powerful. "You are foolish to believe that you can challenge my supremacy!" Roared Valarok, his eyes shining with an evil fire. I looked at Randall and saw the determination in his eyes. He positioned himself between me and the villain, ready to face the battle.

The bar lady asked seeing his glass empty. "Please" he said pushing it forward. The reports, once prince, then king Raymondias Vladimir Dracul fell in love with an Omega twin blood named Tala Tamaska, he cleared his throat, its like a dog falling in love with a fruit bat in his eyes, Danté didn't give a damn how strong love is, try screwing a dog whilst your dick is attached to a bat... What does one even call that? Beasteality? Inter species porn? It sickened him.

Torfo said. “I don’t want to have anything to do with you. You’re a snake, a jack ass, and any other worse words I’m lazy to list. The point is, you’re downright horrible,” Darrion said before turning his head away in irritation. He was afraid if he looked at the devil for much longer, he would unconsciously make the room fly.

The lower level demons are now used to demonic activity hauntings or dirty work to toture the more dastardly humans, or as servants for the upper level demons. I found the head chef named Balaal sitting at a table in the back of the kitchen watching some weird sitcom on t.v. Balaal was short, standing just barely past my knees, he was rather portly and round with thick red, leathery skin and sharp black horns sitting right on top of his head. Balaal had never liked me, probably because I had spent so much time in the kitchen as a child, demanding that he stop whatever he had been doing to make me whatever snack I was craving at the time. I was sure things had changed since then however. I d

“Hey Kitty, what’s going on that got everyone going crazy?” “You didn’t hear? The owner Legion Baphomet is going to be here tonight with his close friend Leviathan Demogorgon the CEO of Demogorgon Corporation. Dani needs to pick two girls that will be working in the club to take care of them both, and of course he’ll pick me to be one to take care of them.” “What makes you think he’ll chose you over me?” “Well Duchess, I am one of Dani’s favorite girl here and of course Cherry as well.”

Zombies are not real. He is patient. His heart is killing him but he is patient. He will see it through. He will see the figure. Slowly, it is becoming clearer. He can see the shape out of the dark. It looks like a human. It is human. But zombies are humans that ended up as lab rats and return to revenge so it is too early to judge. If it is human, why are they out at night, walking slowly from the dark? The house. Towards the house.

Margie giggled, "Of course, I remembered. So, are you up for something like that again?" "No. And you shouldn't be up for something like that as well. You are married into the royal family. Also, unless you desire to sleep in the stable, you can try something like that. I am sure the witch won't spare you." "Who is a witch?" Janice and Margie let out a loud shriek, whilst clasping each other's hands. "Damn it, Jeremy, you almost gave me a heart attack!" "Easy wifey." Jeremy chuckled and dodged the pillow Margie sent sailing to his head.

“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.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.