El Diablo Prisoner Novels & Stories

The Margrave slowly shook his head, his eyes focused on the accounts written for the Voulir. He only wants one prey. "Please…please! I-I already gave you the ledger! You promised!" Lilia smirked at the assassin begging at the Margrave feet, his face exposed as his fellow comrades were laid behind him, lifeless. "Promised? We didn't promise anything." The Margrave was silent as he raises his sword; the assassin's face saw his own as it slowly descended, blood splattered on the ground and on the Margrave's shoes.

he finished for him. Cormack nodded gratefully. “The situation is doubly difficult. However, it does help that the duke is popular among our people—for a Xeus alpha.” He looked at Devlin. “Your reputation is beyond reproach, Your Grace. You’ve performed very well as National Security Adviser, so well that even your strongest critics have admitted so. We managed to contain the unfortunate incident at the Opal House, so there is nothing your detractors can use against you—” “That’s not necessarily true,” Devlin said. “Whoever held me captive—whoever experimented on me—might know my identity and might have something to use against me.” Like the fact that I bonded to someone, possibly against th

"She was smiling, Dante. She wasn't a broken slave. She was a sleeper agent. I need to know what is happening in Colorado." The terminal screen flickered violently before stabilizing into a grainy, high-definition feed from the supermax facility. The time stamp indicated it was a live feed, piggybacking on the prison's own internal security network. Elara’s breath hitched in her throat, her hands freezing over the keys as the image resolved itself.

Dario's deep eyes flashed, he said to the captain, "Abdiel is my employee, I request to see him once." Dario was to meet Abdiel, the police naturally could not interfere. Although Abdiel had surrendered himself, Dario's company was the biggest victim that year. The captain nodded, "Alright, I will arrange it now according to the rules. He has already been locked up in the back of the guard room, waiting for us to reopen the case and investigate the events that year."

Deacon said honestly. “Is he more powerful than me?” “No, but-” “Tell me who it is... the entire truth, and I can offer you this and this only. I can get you transferred to a prison out of state and I can make your life behind bars less of a torment, where you can serve your terms and hopefully have the taste of freedom someday. Elijah calmly said. “I don't care if you have the secret of the universe in your palm, you attempted to murder my men, and you will go to prison for that. It's your choice to choose how your experience there will be.”

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

"Don't be smart. Didn't your training teach you anything? Your life depends on my mood, and that's directly affected by your willingness to talk. Or would you prefer to die tonight?" "Honestly, if you were going to kill me. That would have happened by now. This tells me I'm more important to keep alive because of the information I could give you. So let's play this game together. You sweeten my betrayal, and I'll give you what you want," Diablo smirks, spreading his legs and crossing his arms over his chest. "Only then will I betray Rossi." "Very well, a pardon can be arranged. Start answering my questions, and I'll ensure your safety," my father offers.

“What about those people?” “They’ve all been locked up,” Nash replied. “Let’s go take a look.” In the prison. “You did this?” Diego casually traced his fingers over a table full of torture devices, as if asking about the weather. “N-no! Not me!” the red-haired thug stammered. Bruised and bloodied, he was tied to a post, terrified. He was no longer cocky. Anyone who could summon helicopters, armed guards, and operate a private prison in Avenlith… was not someone to mess with.

“It should be a hundred million now but I’m in a cheerful mood regardless so eighty and the police let me go. I let only you in, you wire me the money, I go and the girl is safe” “Then the deal is done between us, we each go our separate ways. It’s a Win Win” Diablo said and I exchanged glances with both the sheriff and Davis. “Take the deal, I have a plan. He isn’t getting a dime tonight” The Sheriff mouthed inaudibly and I clasped the phone tight in my hands. “Deal” So I muttered. “But my friend Davis has to come with me, he’s wiring the money to you” There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Diablo hummed.

“El Diablo's position is currently at his base, so we'll have to wait until that guy goes to visit his girlfriend at the apartment… ah shit!” Rocky cursed while pressing the digital screen a few times that was beside the steering wheel. A message just arrived and sent a notification that El Diablo would not meet his girlfriend today at the Star Light City apartment, but at a luxurious restaurant located in the heart of the city. His position in the center of the city would make it difficult for Aiden to execute him because he would be in the midst of the civilian population. “El Diablo will meet his girlfriend in a Buenos Aires restaurant, you will find it difficult to execute him.”