Devils Son Name Novels & Stories

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

"The world is counting on you, and we won’t let you fall." " Can I ask you one more thing? Who is the devil, and who is the witches?" Stella finally dared to ask, whatever her grandmother had written back then. Lucian is the devil, Lucifer's son, and Morgan, your brother is the king of witches. The revelation was too much because, in the next instant Stella passed out.

Damien beat me to it, plucking the phone from my trembling hands and putting it on loudspeaker. Silence. Neither party said a word. Just as I decided to break it and ask who was on the line, a low, wicked chuckle slipped through the speaker. “Seleneee,” he drawled, dragging my name the way he always had. “Cat got your tongue?” My fears snapped into place. It was him. The devil’s son. His voice rang in my ears like eternal torture, and I dug the fingers of my right hand deep into my left palm. The call ended with a quiet click—but that sound alone was enough to resurrect every ounce of rage buried beneath my fear.

Just hope that it will work out in the end, and not like the one I had with that beast named Devin. Sometimes, I wonder why his name is DEVIN and not DEVIL! I have learned from Darin that Devin here is a business associate of his father. Poor Darin! He does not know anything about what his dear daddy does for a living. Benjamin! That man is no less though. I hate everyone who is related with him. Even me, myself.

So enjoy each and every moment instead of stressing yourself out. See you soon. (DEVIL) Who on the earth is this person? Devil. That means it's a male person. But who can it be?

He told me his real name. “That's not all, here's the interesting part. Your boyfriend—ex—is actually really popular. They call him the Devil's Spawn. Ring a bell?” I nodded. If Aiden really was the Devil's Spawn then it was worse than I thought. I've heard rumors about him, and they were never good ones. The Martinez were popular and feared because of their brutality and it was the job of the Devil's Spawn to keep that fear burning. Wherever he went, the angels of death held a feast—it was always a massacre.

A faint voice came from under the cloak, "Prince, did something happen?" Judging from the voice, it was a young man, but people still couldn't see his face clearly at this moment. From the way he addressed the Silver-armored devil, people could tell that the Silver-armored devil was the son of a certain king among the underground devils. Because only the son of a certain king could be called Prince. If Flame Gordon knew of this news at this moment, he would probably be so shocked that he would not be able to speak. This was because the underground devils that he had defeated earlier were all like barbaric tribes.

He was the Devil’s son. His father was Lucifer, the king of all things dark and evil. And he hadn't kidnapped Lilith to hurt her. He had rescued her. He had saved her from a life of being one of his father’s many playthings. He had fought a three headed monster and bled just to keep her safe. "Dracul..." I whispered the name into the dark room. The name felt right. It rolled off my tongue like a song I had forgotten the lyrics to. It felt smooth and familiar.

My son immediately hid behind my legs. “Master Sean…” “Bring your child here.” Tobby suddenly ran. “Tobby!” “He is the Devil!” he shouted back. “Tobby! Come back here!” I stopped running because Master Sean’s men and Tobby’s nanny were chasing him. “Do you want to get fired?” I stooped my head down. I forgot about that thing. “Speak,” he continued. “My son offended your name and as his father I will punish him.” “Is this the same children story about me again? The Devil Man who owned the sweet truck?”

He prayed for days only to hear this. ‘Don’t cry Abhi, you won. You saved her whose mother killed your son. Your humanity won. ’ Rohan’s words were like bitter truth. Abhimanyu chuckled ‘It was us Rohan, our faith won.’ Hanging up the call he went back to dinning table. His face was completely different which was noticed by Abhay. His son might be a DEVIL but from his heart he is a soft person and why? Because he is son of both Devil and Angel. His brain might work like Devil but he has a heart of Angel.