Devil Union Novels & Stories

If their kind killed out of greed, they die by greed, if you are nice and didn't hurt anyone, so shall the karma keep storing for you until you used it up. But as for her Shiloh, she won't say she hasn't killed, she has but that was to protect her family, loved ones and friends in the hands of bad people. It's different for the Devon's, they are the kind of vampire you won't see anywhere, they have fangs, red eyes, claws and so on, but you can never see them crave for blood, they are a unique kind, their vampire traits only shows when they are very angry or, in any necessary situation. Other than that they can blend in with humans totally.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

Aahva nodded, and he left his room, then returned to the healing room. “What happened when you are in the middle of the road?” “We attacked by a devil in a human form.” “Devil?” "Yes, Abelard stabbed that devil with his sword, but that devil also stabbed him in the stomach.” “And you know, dad? I had to use it.” Aahva took a deep breath as he turned around and rubbed his face a few times. “That’s okay! It’s an emergency.” “And where did you meet that devil?” “About three kilos to the east.”

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.”

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

Danger bell rang inside her head. World War III. Shit. ******

He looks murderous "It was you. Wasn't it?" "Me? What did I do?" "You killed Papa" "Oh, that? It wasn't personal. I was only settling old debts" "Have you lost your mind? How could you kill your own father?" "He was your father. Not mine" One time when El Rey was trying to hurt me, he told me the truth. It turns out Mama was assaulted and she got pregnant. She doesn't know who the man is. So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn.

Just then, a guy with curly hair dressed in a pink suit rushed in with another guy that was badly bruised. Aryan almost choked at the sight. “You look beautiful baby.” Mr. Dhanial said to the already half-dead person. “Forgive me boss, it was not intentional.” The guy pleaded. Aryan felt pity towards him but knew whatever it was, the guy was going to die. Just as he predicted, Mr. Dhanial gave the ruthless orders. “Put him in the grinding machine and sell his blood to Mr. Iglesias from Italy for ten million dollars.”

Devon was shivering in anger after hearing those words. “You want to die, you bastard?!” He only came here after receiving a secret report. A disciple of Quill outside of the family managed to take Darwin and the others away. That disciple also had the mental cultivation technique. It was why Devon came with his men as soon as possible. Not only was he planning to crush the Gibson family, but he was also planning to obtain the technique and become a God of War. He wouldn’t just leave because a nobody came out to insult him.