Fami Death Devil Novels & Stories

“To the mall and everyone trapped in it?” “Police were in effect. Chief called my Famila. Apparently it was a foreign gang, overstepping boundaries.” He folded his hands. His voice falling a little deeper and a little darker. “No one hunts on my turf without my permission.” I smiled. I knew I shouldn't but I did. The police would have made an arrest if they handled it. I didn't want the arrested. I wanted them gone. “What were they? The gang that attacked the mall?” “They called themselves Devils. They are some small group that is protected by a bigger mob, they are allowed to do anything so long as they don't betray the Famila.”

Yet, his story aligns with shit Lenox told us, so if there is actual danger and mystical evil, I need to help him fight it. “That’s impossible,” Fenton chuckles. “Yeah,” I whisper. “Than, the demon that recently joined our family, thought the same. Wait, you won’t understand which one he is if I’m using the nickname. Sathanas, that’s his name.” I glance at Fenton and grin at the look on his face. His skin slowly loses the light blush and becomes paperwhite, so I try to make the situation a little better. “Don’t worry, he’s not dangerous or anything. He’s family. Anyway, he claims God is dead.”

Her looks though…That’s way too scary. Ban: Umm Lord Drago… Is that.. Lord Drago: Yes, before you is the legendary Familiar that even our ancestors had never had a contract with. I called her Spier. And as you can see, her ability is Space Manipulation. Upon summoning her and forming a contract with her after a night long battle in the South Valley, I gained an insight on these familiars. There are twelve of them in total. Let this be clear that they are no Familiars. They are what shines at the Night of the Death. The Zodiacs of Hell. The Fallen Angels.

His wings were out, the deep navy of them contrasting with his olive skin and light hair. Devon had stationed himself behind me, far behind, aiming at and taking out many Nephilim before I could even get my hands on them. As soon as one was identified as a threat he was on it. Which is why when I didn’t notice this guy getting shot I turned around quickly to check on him. A Nephilim had Devon in his grip, his big hand around his throat as he dangled there. No, No! I screamed in my head as I bolted toward him, leaving the giant Nephilim behind and no doubt a little confused. As I watched Devon’s feet thrash and kick, his hands desperately trying to pull off the Nephilims hand as his face turn

The Rank 1 Ancestor Ranked Dark Race had died in under a split second, and the few Undead Family members were set to make a move on the four ladies as well as Yelena. However, at that moment, Lucas activated his Hundred Heavenly Steps. In the blink of an eye, Lucas appeared before the four ladies. "Immemorial Demonic Slash!" Three thousand demonic phantoms were unleashed. Consequently, the Undead Family members surrounding the four ladies turned into ashes. "Let's have a match to the death against Lucas the Demon!" "Attack!" At that moment, countless Undead Family members charged at Lucas. Lucas smiled. He raised his fist and spelled out each word as he said, "Domineering Demonic Punch."

"There is also another version of this, It says that your family ancestor has gone to the devil to ask for the power and made a pact with the devil himself with his soul. He demanded power so the devil gave him the option of being a powerful man or having a powerful family for generations. He was greedy and asked for a long time of power. So the devil gave him what he asked for a strong mate who gave him the power he needed. And each of his family members got a stronger mate which elevated their family status to skies." when she finishes the second version of the story she lifts her head to look at Lisa only to find her sleeping like a baby. a small smile playing on her face. the scene bring

The grief was too much, smothering everything else. But Isabella kept talking, blind to his fury. "Lucas, if Evelyn were still alive, she'd understand my decision—" Before she could finish, Lucas spun toward her, his gaze so deadly it was like he was staring at a corpse. The words shriveled in Isabella's throat. The man in front of her—eyes bloodshot, face twisted with something demonic—wasn't the Lucas she knew. Fear stole her voice. Isabella forced herself to stay composed as she stammered, "Y-You haven't forgotten who stood by you during your darkest days... R-Right, Lucas?"

“You are manipulating her. You and your father are the real devils and she’s not supposed to be around you because you will only end up delaying her from getting her right…” “You have no right to judge us.” Axel was calm. Fernando’s grip tightened on the collar. “I won’t be surprised to know your father also has something to do with Michael’s death. After all, he’s clearing the way for his son to be the mafia king.” “You can do whatever you want, but stop manipulating the poor girl. Your dad and his allies succeeded in killing Michael, what more do you want from his daughter!” Fernando’s last words broke the last straw and angrily, Axel pushed his hands off him and threw him a punch.

It's true what Amar said that the two of them seemed to return to the way they were when they were young. "We're leaving now." said Amar who was nodded by Rio. Adam, who saw the two friends in front of him, shuddered in horror. Because he was too familiar with three friends called The Devil Blood. Of the three friends, the most scary when killing is Rio. Kills slowly by being skinned. Enjoy the blood that comes out of each body of its prey. And for Amar, he is the powerhouse of The Devil Blood. With his direction, the prey with his men once moved, they can immediately get the enemy they are aiming for.

“Then I reverse the transfer. And I make a phone call to those gentlemen searching for your father. Have you any idea what happens to the daughters of men who do not pay their debts?” I stared at him in horror. He was blackmailing me, using my family’s safety to manipulate me. The charming young man had become the very essence of the Devil. “Why?” I asked. “Why marry me? Why marry a woman you hate? How can you marry a woman you said you would never love?” Luca placed his drink down and moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me and lifted my hand so that he could examine the ring which I was now forced to wear.