Fami Death Devil Novels & Stories

“For someone so determined to kill people, I didn't know you were this afraid of death.” “Don't kill me, think of Damon.” I swing my sword playfully. “Do you know of the spell Null familia?” He looks even more confused, so I help him out. “That's the spell to break off family bonds. Right now there's a powerful witch by Damon's side, she's performing the ritual. Damon won't die, just you.” “You can't- you can't do that! You can't break off the bond.” “I can, and now I will end you without any guilt.”

Okay that was it. Philip decided to spoil the family meeting, "Well, Your Highness. Before you come to my home to threaten my friends, let me inform you of my latest belonging. It's a mastermind killing machine, straight from Scotland. Your cousins will not be a problem for her even when she's drunk." "And I suppose this is the red haired devil Lord Edward mentioned," the Prince smiled the question. "Well speak of the devil," a feminine voice declared from the doorway. Although it came from behind him, Stephen knew too well who to expect.

,"gravity?!, does that even exist?, even if it does, we don't care! " " No, you will! " Zeus returned with the same energy his eldest son spoke to him with. Jayantha stood up his shaky legs threatening to fail him yet he refused to give in, his thin lips pulled up into a devious smirk as he raised his eyes to meet that of his father's," father! Look at us!, "he spread his arms for his father to have a clear view of him," this war would have ended the way you wanted it, if you hadn't decided to make the battlefield a tutorial center." The brothers were all annoyed that they had to divide their attention, watching the frail creatures their father had sent to assist them in the battlefield, bec

"My father is the king after all. I've spent my days in the palace, living a life of luxury." "Your father...is the king?" Dominik asked, a bewildered look, plastered on his face. "Yes, is that a problem?" Dominik went quiet for a while. "Have you heard of the devil alpha?" The name immediately rang a bell in my head. Over the year, there a known group of Lycans, led by the devil alpha. The devil alpha was known for his strength, power, and ruthlessness. I had heard my father discussing about it with Vera and from the way he spoke, he detested the devil alpha.

“I serve the Vendetta family, as I always have. And now, it seems you’ve been brought under our care.” Vendetta family? Is this a joke? “This has to be a dream,” I muttered, shaking my head. “None of this makes sense. Mansion? Territory? What am I back in the 15th century?” “If it helps, I can assure you this is very real,” Livioski replied smoothly like he could read my mind. “How are you feeling this morning? Did you sleep well?” Damn. He’s so fucking weird. If this is a dream, it’s the weirdest one I’ve ever had. But deep down, I’m starting to think it’s not.

“You’ll figure it out. You’re smart. You should go back to your familiar. She needs you, and so does your daughter. I wish I could tell you more, but I don’t want to piss Fate off. That wouldn't do any of us good. He's moodier than a teenage female on her monthly with her face covered in acne.” I chuckle at his words. He’s not wrong. I’ve met all of the Five, and Fate is a moody fucker. “Thank you for telling me what you did. I don't want you to piss Fate off. Somehow that will come back to bite me in the ass.” Death now chuckles, and for once, we are bonding like a father and son should be. Strange, but not bad.

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

“Hey Legion, I'm so happy that you called. I could use a good friend right now.” “Ok Levi, who the hell do I need to kill for you and how painful do you want me to make it?” Legion always did know how to cheer me up. We have been friends ever since I was 5 years old, and my father reached out to his father to help him take revenge on the president of the Burning Devils, Dragon. “No, but I’ll keep that in mind in the end of this month comes to an end. So, what do I owe for the pleasure of you calling?”

And his fate was decided by the Devil himself. "Daddy." What the hell ! The devil thought . "Daddy!" Saying came running a little girl from under the small book shelf and went to hug her daddy. " Where the actual hell this little sh*t came from , didn't you kill each and every single one of them?! " the devil asked his men while eyeing the small girl with a death glare who was hugging the bastard. 'Daddy?' He thinks, 'How the actual hell this pathetic man in front of me was granted the father title?'

What started as a job, a duty to make sure she felt our side was her only real choice, became an obsession. Our plan had been put in motion years before, creating a rock band to travel the world bringing in kids her age from everywhere knowing one day she would show up. Devil’s Night is now the most popular band in the world with teens and young adults. While simultaneously being the most hated band in the world with their parents. We have fans everywhere just dying for a chance to spend a few moments with us and I, Damien Raines, am the frontman.