Devil Son Name Novels & Stories

he resolves. "Sarah! She has a name, Sebastian. I don't care what your therapist said or what you think is easier for you to say but her name is Sarah. You are not to reduce our daughter to a thing or some reason to seek futile redemption." The words hurt more than Sebastian anticipates.

bring him to me and where done! The devil laughed and I left her there. __________ SHAITAN" I'm so confused about the strongest vampire that I've known but why couldn't he smell his own son's blood? Did someone do some spell so he can't recognize his own son? But it doesn't matter and I don't care all I know is I could be free as a bird again once I could bring his son. I can do all the evil things I used to do. And of course, I could be with my one and only man that I love… Demogorgon a half-wolf and a half-vampire. He is in the other world and now that I could be free and the powerful witch that locked up in me is already dead I can after him now. And this time I'm sure that he will be min

Jeje looks surprised. “Right, his life is blessed by the devils and demons like you. He is protected by the direct command of Lucifer, the king of devils, and blessed by seven high-level devils that represent deadly seven sins, Asmodeus, lust, Mammon, greed, Leviathan, envy, Beelzebub, gluttony, Belphegor, sloth, Amon, wrath, and Lucifer himself, pride. And that’s why you have such a tough life as no God retainer blesses you, and you have no choice but to be blessed by the devils that you are here right now. And that’s why you are called "Starless" which means something black and dark.” ßenlong explained. Alfi remains silent.

~Ren~ My heart aches for Devin. Hearing him say that he isn’t worthy of becoming a father is making my heart clench. I can’t help but blame myself for adding fuel to the doubt he was feeling right now. As I watched him sleep peacefully, I reached for his hair and twirled a few locks in my fingers. His hair is longer. It gives him more of that bad boy vibe and I like it so much. He really is the older version of Griffin. Their full lips, their blue hues and long thick lashes, even their nose were very similar. I bet my son would be such a charmer when he grows up like his father.

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

"My father is the king after all. I've spent my days in the palace, living a life of luxury." "Your father...is the king?" Dominik asked, a bewildered look, plastered on his face. "Yes, is that a problem?" Dominik went quiet for a while. "Have you heard of the devil alpha?" The name immediately rang a bell in my head. Over the year, there a known group of Lycans, led by the devil alpha. The devil alpha was known for his strength, power, and ruthlessness. I had heard my father discussing about it with Vera and from the way he spoke, he detested the devil alpha.

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

And I look at them just in time to see the young man almost faint, had it not been for Ferguson who got ahold of him, helping him stand upright. Upon entering the pack house, Ferguson sits him on the couch when my father turns to me. "How did you find him?" My father asks me. I go to answer when he cuts me off. "His name is Devon. He is the son of Alpha Silas and Luna Vera, the last survivor of his pack." I gasp. "What?" My father's eyes drift to him in the couch, a fluoredcent glow in his eyes before he turns back to me. "They're all dead."

“I know you’re twins. Kael. Kelvin.” Each name was a bullet, clean and deliberate. Kael’s jaw tightened. His eyes darkened like a storm pulling across the horizon. “That’s not just my name.” I arched my brow. “Then what is your name?” He stepped forward, slow and sure, like the earth belonged to him and me to the earth. “My name is Kael. The Crowned Alpha. Grandson of the Devil.” The air shifted. The wind whispered through the trees like it had secrets.