Devil Son Novels & Stories

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

He utilized his massive shoulder to slam into Devon’s chest, throwing the boy backward into a stack of iron cauldrons. The pots crashed around Devon in a deafening din of metal. He spat out a mouthful of blood and glass dust, looking up at his father with an expression of pure, unadulterated hatred. "Fight me!" Devon screamed, his voice cracking into a high, pathetic register. "Use your teeth, Warlord! Rip my throat out like you did to my mother’s people! Show everyone what a monster you are!"

CHAPTER FORTY…………LET’S GET INTO DEVILIO’S MIND, SHALL WE? He is a ruthless man Uncaring and heartless But in this heart of his Is a soft place for her. PenaciousShewa Devilio’s POV I was so glad when my soldiers told me that one of the members of the Conscientious Pack, who goes by the name Sebastian has a lot of information; information that would help me and my soldiers destroy the Conscientious Pack.

Armory and drug-related information all related to Braden and Atlas. Atlas was a little believable, because he’d shown a glimpse of that side of him, but Braden… I wanted to remain in denial so bad. But this…this file was solid proof that I never knew who I married and fell in love with, and right now, I didn’t even know who I was fucking, that well either. I was falling a fool three solid times. From what I’d just seen in this video, both brothers were dark entities wrapped in beautiful bodies and handsome, deceiving faces. Atlas a devil, Braden a demon.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

While walking through the garden of this mansion, I suddenly remembered that day we met Hensley or let's say Elorah. "Okay? What are we going to talk about Gethro?" I said while looking at the flowers in the garden of the mansion. "About Derek and Hideo because in fact Don Morfeo, the devil is back." He said as if I was terrified by what he was saying. but who is the devil? "Then?" I thrifty answered as he bent down to smell a flower in the garden. "Derek and Hideo is a rapist, it's not just that they were resurrected because of their new leader." Gethro said and he looked at the around before telling me some more information.

I could imagine just how ruthless he must be under that calm facade of his. Not only has he went after the magic of witches and sorcerers who possessed greater powers but he could've also ended them for his selfish reasons. That demon inside of him which might've made him committ things he wouldn't have otherwise. The thought sent shivers down my spine and my fear for this claimed warlock came back with double the force. Though he hadn't given me a reason to fear him so much—except for when things go south, I still feared him in a weird way.

“What— Why?” His eyes flashed, almost silver. “Full moons bring... complications.” “Complications?” she echoed. “You will obey, or you will regret it,” he said simply. She didn’t respond. “Rule three,” he said, voice low. “You serve me. That is your purpose here. You’ll answer when called, you’ll speak when spoken to, and you’ll stay in line.” Emilia’s breath hitched. “And if I don’t?” He leaned in, voice like velvet and fire. “Then I’ll remind you why they call me the devil.”

She slid down the wall, clutching her hair, completely losing her mind to paranoia and terror. Back in his apartment, Devon sat on the floor, leaning against the broken bathroom door. He held the small audio recorder in his hands, staring at it blankly. He didn't cry. He was too hollow to cry. He had stood by while his parents insulted the woman he loved. He had allowed his father to slap her. He had slept with her best friend. He had watched Arthur Sterling carry her away, and he had done absolutely nothing to stop it. Devon looked at the spot on the sofa where Vanessa had been sitting. The hatred he felt was entirely consuming. He had thrown away the only pure, innocent woman in his life.

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”