Devils Son Name Novels & Stories

After I shouted to choose Matteo, my mother, Sofia, looked down at me in shock. "Lia, what are you talking about?! You just told me yesterday that Vincenzo treats you the best. Why are you choosing Matteo now?" Matteo had a terrible reputation among the Families. Everyone said he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, with enough blood on his hands to stain the entire river red. I used to hide whenever I saw him, crying and begging my mother to hold me. But they would never know that in my last life, the terrifying Diavolo Sanguinario was the only one who avenged my mother and me.

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

Zach joined the deeper evil world and with his strength, smartness and skill, he disposed of anyone that was on his way to being in the top, when he was still building his fame and travelled to Spain, the president tried to play dangerous and Zach slaughtered him and placed a new president there who is under him. His indifferent and cold self coupled with his capabilities and his slaughters of hindrances gave him the name of 'devil incarnate' in the power world and since them we was on the top and was respected, feared and adored, but of course before a child grows to a man there was already many men on the street, many powerful individuals in the dark world never fail to kill him at any opp

Damon flustered, his pride hurt as he mumbled a simple yes ma'am. Then she rose to her feet, turning that radiant smile to Clay’s father who had been quiet since his burst of laughter. Something about him was unsettling, like a strong pull of strength and something else Damon couldn’t quite place. “Ahem, you may call me Mr. Ares, until a more casual title is earned. But my full name is Ashton Ares, I’m the head of this house. It’s a pleasure to become acquainted, child. My son has sung your praises.”

"I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..." "He doesn’t – but there are more devils than Lucifer. I'm the daughter of Julien, his firstborn son. Lucifer is my grandfather." Melia relaxes and soars back over to Indra. She points to her necklace. "If you want my help, Indra, the devil's daughter, you must give me the Havor ring hanging around your neck." Indra shakes her head and places a protective hand against the neck ring. "It's a gift from Odin. I have given him a promise to never take it off."

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."

He dropped the bottle then took a sip of his whiskey. "Father has sent for you" A deep masculine voice echoed in the room. "It must be urgent if he sent you to call me" Luciel finally turned around and moved towards his brother slowly. Luciel has 5 brothers and a sister, he is the second son of Lucifer. He has lived almost 500 years and has served his Father all those years in the underworld. He is known to be the only son who took the facial looks of the devil. Lucifer was so stunned when Luciel grew up to look so much like him, this made his refer to his as his favorite son. Luciel's older brother Lucas, has lived about 800 years and is the only son who has one of the 7 kingdoms of the dev

My voice was hoarse, but steady. “And how do you know London?” Axel added. Devon stepped back, theatrically wiping his hands. His tone turned to that of a storyteller, almost giddy. “Since you asked…” He turned in a slow circle, addressing everyone like it was a grand reveal onstage. “Ladies and gentlemen… my real name is Devon Blackwood. The true heir to the Blackwood empire before this bastard—” he nudged Axel again with his boot, “—murdered my father and stole everything. You wicked monster! You didn't even consider that the woman you killed in cold blood was the mother of your child?”

“Your father gave you to me, and I can't let those idiot rivals of his tamper with you. You’re sharp-tongued, defiant, and breathtaking. I’ve never wanted someone so badly while simultaneously needing them to fight me.” I pressed back slightly, smirk tugging at my lips despite the tremor in my body. “You talk too much, devil’s son. But keep it up, I like the sound of your voice.” He chuckled, low and throaty, the sound pressing against my skin, making my blood run hot. “That’s only the beginning. By the time this night ends, I’ll have you knowing exactly who’s in charge, and yet, you’ll still think you are.” And for the first time since they had dragged me from my home, I realized something