King Of Devil Novels & Stories

Aries snarled violently inside him now. Danger. Threat. Protect mate. Protect child. Kael exhaled slowly through his nose. His thoughts turned immediately to Elian. The strange pregnancy. The whispers. The possession attempt. The sudden interest from the underworld. It couldn’t be coincidence anymore. --- Then— He found another name. And this time— Kael went completely still. --- “The Devil King.” --- The candles flickered violently. Kael read faster now. --- “Ruler beneath death. Seeker of Sovereignty. The one who desires the Moon Throne not for power… but freedom.”

The man sent by the devil from the pits of hell was none other than the devil himself in human form, King of hell, Vlad. "What news have ye brought me?" His voice oozed danger. Even the smell of blood from his mouth filled the air. "My Lord," The Man, dressed in all black stood before him. He had a bow and an arrow, a knife, a gun and a sword. "We have news about your daughter."

It would be his last smile because I was going to take his life today. "We don't need to create a bloodbath if you will be wise. Surrender and let us capture your Alpha, who slaughtered Scarlett Sky and the Royal Blue Pack in collaboration with witches, rogues, and hunters. Those of you who are just following orders, I will release and let you go back to living in peace," said the King. "Stop your nonsense!" Devon retorted, undaunted. "People like you don't deserve to be a king. All you do is have fun with your wife in your bedroom. You've forgotten your responsibilities as the king. The Northern Kingdom hasn't benefitted your leadership in years!"

He was silent for a while before he stood up from his chair stomping towards me. His face devoid of any emotion, it's very hard to tell what was going on in his mind. " You know I will punish you right?" He asked as he grabbed my shoulders. " Yes, Lucifer." I said. " I will send you to the human world " "What!!! why??" Why would my dad send me to cruel world I prefer staying here in hell I tried to, I don't know if he meant what he just said. " You are going there with only strength, your mission there is to slay ten thousand men under one year."

Sigh. But if things go as smoothly as planned then the old man would be history. If things go as planned. A few hours later... "Hey, who the fuck do you think you are! I'm the king in this kind of business we run!" I heard the psychopathic laughter of the 53-year-old chubby man as he stared at me maniacally; I could only smirk at his stupidity. Mr Rankins spent his whole life in the drug business, but that doesn't make him KING.

And someone new has entered the game. I folded the page once, slow. “Il Burattinaio… the Puppeteer.” Luca nodded. “Old ghost. Older than Rosetti. Men like him don’t come out of hiding unless they’re planning something big.” A shift in the underworld. A new hierarchy forming. My father’s death created a vacuum — and vacuums invite vultures. “Anything else?” I asked. Luca hesitated, scratching his jaw the way he does when he hates what he’s about to say.

Vito continued, “Stay the fuck away from everything I own. You look in their direction again, you breathe in their air, and the next time I walk into one of your places, I won’t be alone. And you won’t be breathing. Do you understand me?” Matteo’s jaw worked back and forth. He glanced at the laptop screen again, watching Vito’s men laugh and relax on camera, completely oblivious. “You fucked up first.” He muttered finally. “You played me.” Vito pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down like he had all the time in the world. “Are you sure about that?” “I don’t need a fucking angel to reveal that.” Vito laughed dryly. “Alright. What have you got to fight me with?”

He is looking really handsome in casuals. "No, I just did my job as a doctor. I am sure there are other powerful beings in the world who will punish him... like God, fate or Karma." I said and he chuckled. "none of them can even touch him here. Don't you know? This is my Kingdome... I rule here. I am the Devil of this hell. I am the god, fate and Karma here. So all you have to do is pray to me and I will kill him for you." He said and my eyes widened. I know he is joking but there was something in his eyes which made me believe him... like he is saying the truth.

"So tell me, King Devaro when you you plan on executing that dearest mother of yours" He snapped my attention to his dark reddish eyes, he was dress in a black suit with a red shirt, his chest lost a lot of buttons showing off skin the demoness caressed so lustfully. The demoness are called incubus, sex driven demons. Snapping back to attention I frowned at the intonation of his words. "And what makes you think I plan on taking down my mother's rule?" He laughed wholeheartedly. "Enough with the games Devaro. we both know that your mother is weak, she degrades everyday"

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.