Diablo Books Novels & Stories

she asked, leaning forward in her seat. Steve turned toward her, his expression serious. "The Diablos," he began, his voice taking on a somber tone, "are a biker werewolf gang with no territory. They ride around terrorizing, killing, stealing, and sometimes smuggling illegal things throughout America." His words painted a vivid picture of lawlessness and danger. "They're also known as Demon wolves or Devil wolves. They sell their services to whoever can pay them, but they won't hesitate to betray or backstab if they get bored."

Book name is: Every Thing I Ever Want Author: Diana Wolfe Link: https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000110445/Romance/Everything-I-Ever-Want Another book is "Lilibeth's Lover" that is yet to be signed so before I can do that is if yall check it out and bookmark it I swear it's good and im putting so much love in it and I hope yall will feel that too. you can only check it in desktop mode which sucks but give your girl some support will ya? 😭. Take care, stay safe and enjoy the series. Tq Happy Reading you guys and take care:) Love, Diana

There were large leather-bound books, most of which looked shabby due to dust or old age. An old gold-bound book with foliage ornaments was located on the topmost bookshelf. It looked the thickest of all the books there. I was curious and looked at the contents. This book explains everything about witches, from rituals to how to fight with them. It was probably written by our predecessors. But some of the pages at the back talked about potions from plants as well as treatment steps using magic spells. I guess it's more similar to the rituals of white witches. I closed it and put it back on the shelf. Then I heard

June 13,2024 Dear Reader, If you’ve found this diary, then fate has strange plans for you. This isn’t a story of heroes, or even of the living. What you’re about to read isn’t fiction — not entirely. These pages carry the weight of things unseen, unheard, and often misunderstood. So before you turn another page, ask yourself: Are you ready to see the world through the eyes of someone who walks among both the living and the dead? If not, close this now.

She wondered but he was long gone. Diablo walked down the stairs but rather than going through the clustered bodies, he turned to his right, walking to the far end of the room. There were many couples making out in the semi dark hallway but they weren’t his business and he seemed to have in mind where he was going. He opened a door and was outside in a dark alley, he brought out his phone and dialed a number but the person wasn’t answering. He dialed again and right waiting for the person to answer, he heard a commotion inside and turned in speed to the door, bending over immediately to duck a bullet sent at him. “Fuck,” he cursed, shoving his phone into his pocket and pulling out his sliver

“He’s just a worker at the auction house and from the little we've seen I don't think Jamal's gonna start a war over him.” “More wars have started for less, I'm not putting anything past him.” Damian replied, rising from his sit and walking across the table to the shelve of books that occupied an entire wall. Old dusty books, Novels, biographies, textbooks, Government records, Mafia history, He had it all and he was proud to say he had read every single piece of literature that occupied a space on that shelf. “Do you read Don?” “Not really.” Don said calmly as he watched Damian moved from one end to another as he browsed through the columns.

Taking a deep breath, I stopped a couple of feet away behind Alfonso and yelled at him, "Alfonso, why you have to leave me and let yourself faced that monster's alone!" Alfonso didn't turn his gaze towards me and replied. "You should have stayed where you are Althea!" "What?" I retorted with dismay. "Did you expect me to let you face that monster alone, Alfonso!?" Tears escaped my eyes. I wiped it then stood up beside Alfonso while facing the gigantic monster. I can't believe that a creature exists like this one. Those lifeblood creatures connected to Lorraine at the Dark City were doing their best to create something like this.

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

I chuckled as I pictured his father's look on his face. “Were the fuck are you” I thought as I opened from one of the boxes to another, all having worn out papers or jewelries or another photo collection, I groaned in frustration and placed them back the way they were. Maybe Damian didn't keep his documents here, he had other houses and this was just one of them. My attention was drawn aback by his collection of books, I thought of checking on them before leaving the day we both had a rift. They were old art, modern art books, almost all art authors were in this Library and I marveled over the realization. Damian was very specific I concluded in my mind as I looked over and over and over aga

A fucking massive library. I glance around at floor-to-ceiling shelves lined every inch of the walls. The books were stacked in perfect order, some looking old and worn, and others new and untouched. They were arranged so detailed that it almost didn’t make sense. Damien had a library in his house! A Massacre center, a dungeon, a torture room, anything of this such wouldn't be a surprise but of all the things he had a damn library. I would never had thought of that. I moved slowly, my fingers trailing along the spines of the books, my eyes scanning over the titles, surprised by how much variety there was. War history. Philosophy. Literature. Romance. Cooking? He had cookbooks?