Devil Son Name Novels & Stories

When she said Almighty creator, all the light flickered there. "And you are...an angel?", asked the soul again with curious in a fine voice. Then it thought, " why not give it a try? Anyway if didn't accept this they will take me to the utmost hottest hell. l am decided to obey what the angel said. Atleast l can erase my past life's wrong deeds through this rebirth." "lf you think am...then l am. Oh! l forget to tell you. My name is Aidah. l will be serving as your guide", said the PA by waking the soul from thinking after a deep breath.

"Are you Devanna?" Blaze asked softly. I realized he was trying to make his voice as soft as possible. The woman in front of me nodded with a small smile. The girl looked at us with a question mark… there was no fear in her gray eyes… just a question. "Who are you?" She asked in a childlike voice. Her voice shrank and squeaked a little. "Ah… I'm Blaze Deville, Charlie's son." Answered Blaze.

He stopped a few meters away, looking me up and down with hungry eyes. "You really are perfect. Such pure light... and such deep darkness. You are like a beautiful flower... growing right in the middle of hell." I narrowed my eyes, gripping my power tightly. "You are from the Venom Clan, aren't you?" The man's smile widened. He bowed playfully. "At your service. My name is Silas. Silas Venom." So this was the heir of the missing clan. He looked creepy, but his power level... it was huge. I could feel the toxic energy radiating from him. It was corrosive and dark.

“Then I reverse the transfer. And I make a phone call to those gentlemen searching for your father. Have you any idea what happens to the daughters of men who do not pay their debts?” I stared at him in horror. He was blackmailing me, using my family’s safety to manipulate me. The charming young man had become the very essence of the Devil. “Why?” I asked. “Why marry me? Why marry a woman you hate? How can you marry a woman you said you would never love?” Luca placed his drink down and moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me and lifted my hand so that he could examine the ring which I was now forced to wear.

The bond between father and son was rapidly weakening. Caelus lowered his head and let out a weak, broken chuckle. “Y-You… think you can protect that sinful child from me… by killing me?” Slowly, he lifted his blood-soaked face, a manic grin spreading across his lips. “Angels don’t die. I will simply take a new form… and every time… I will come back to kill—” Finn’s eyes turned blood-red. His massive black wings spread wide as he fully embraced his Devil form, power radiating off him in dark waves.

He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake.

"See why we need to focus more on fighting Ethan?" "But why do you think you don't have any other wars to fight? I mean, aren't you the devil..." "No, I'm not!" Alex yelled. She must have gotten on his nerves so hard. "I'm not the devil prince and you confirmed it yourself!" "But I am not talking about the normal nickname given to you. I mean you're literally the devil Prince and the devil himself is looking for you. He should be your father, right?" "You have to be in your right senses, Selena. This isn't the time to hallucinate." He was raising his voice now and obviously upset.

Because of the sunglass I couldn't see his eyes. "What's your name boy? " The man's authorative tone boomed and my mal-nutritioned body shook. In fear. "As.... Aslan Wali." Hearing my name, the men lips curled into a smile and said, "lion. Protector." Flashback ends – The knock on the door halted down my memory. "Yes, come in." I knew Fahad entered. To reach such position one must have sharp sense organs. "Bhai, bad news, " his voice shows his hesitation and anxious.

Jarek has a few business acquaintances coming for dinner, along with some of our friends, and I have to be the gracious hostess. "Mommy, mommy! Ashlyn ate all my dessert!" Our seven-year-old comes running into our room, screaming. Devlyn is her father's namesake—sort of. Jarek didn't find my choice of name for her very amusing at first, but I got my way. It's very fitting because she acts just like her father, my Devil. Our five-year-old follows her sister into the room, chocolate smeared around her mouth, giggling. "Ash… Did you eat your sister's dessert?" I ask our youngest in my no-nonsense tone.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.