Devil’s Saints: Taz Novels & Stories

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.

He knew that once Kaze hit Lil Dee, Kaze would have to face the wrath of Lil Dee’s fans, so he continued to fan the flames. Kaze looked at him emotionlessly and then grabbed him by the collar. Slap! A few slaps on his face later, Taz’s face was swollen and his lips bled. Kaze threw Taz on the floor, leaving him half dead. “You have to look at who you are provoking.” Kaze kicked Taz away. “You fuck! You piece of shit! Call the cops and arrest this maniac!” Taz cried like a baby on the floor. He was afraid and regretted that he provoked Kaze. He had a taste of Kaze’s slaps before yet he continued to fan the flames at the wrong time.

Spat Chief Tador. What Azriel suggested they do was simply over the bar, and the Chief wouldn’t climb that high, not while the Angel of death was still on the loose. Chief Tador was a straightforward fundamental man who appreciated facts. He wouldn’t go ahead with any decision if he felt a grain of dissatisfaction with it. He didn’t believe in ghosts; he didn’t believe in demons. And even if the shadowed man from the video told him he was either of the two, Chief Tador wouldn’t believe it and would still want to put cuffs on his hands. The Chief deemed Azriel’s idea simply unworthy of their time.

, Alex stated sternly. I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest as I let one leg out and then another. I started to take deep breaths in and out, Alex noticed it because I could feel his arm around my waist, holding me steady. “Just look at me.”, Alex said. I looked at him and his eyes were glowing, I felt drawn to it, I felt calm. “Good girl.”, Alex whispered softly. Just then, we heard an explosion at our door, my body jerked in shock and I lost my balance, causing me to fall. Damn…maybe…this is where…my story end…maybe, this is the end…of…The Devil’s Thirst Trap-

I lean into him, into my comfort zone. His fingers close around mine—warm, certain. A realization settles in my chest, both terrifying and surprising me. Tristan is the D’yavol—the devil. But he’s also my angel. That is, if there are tattooed angels with captivating green eyes.

Tanya and I stay in the car until the cops appear. Once they arrive, we step out of the car and walk over to the driver of the car. Tanya wants to look the guy in his face. When she arrives in front of him, she stands tall and looks him directly in the eyes. “You can never know what you took from us. You killed a child for money. There will be no mercy on your soul when you meet your maker.” The dark-skinned male with long dreads and gold in his mouth smiles as Tanya. “I work for the devil, and you will never get away with this. You’ll meet your maker before I do.”

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

Zean whispered. Valencia and Zean continued to walk slowly past the men in black suits who looked down on them. The reason Zean was so respected was that he was one of the elite members of The Devil who was the right-hand man of Angel's leader. No wonder lowly members like the people in the first room respected Zean so much. "Zean, what do you mean by the word partial?!" "Members of The Devil have members scattered in various places. Most of them are assigned as spies. I will explain this later."