Left Hand Of The Devil Novels & Stories

He replied, peeling away from where he had been leaning against the door. "Some of that blood money is being put to good use after all." I responded. His mouth curled into that amused curve that set my teeth on edge. Santiago was like an impenetrable, steel door, nothing could get to him or ruffle his feathers. Not even the arrest had been enough to shake him. I wasn't sure if it was his self discipline or the belief that he could get away with anything. "Yes, Nina." He said. "I give back to the community so my soul will be spared from eternal damnation."

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

His palm was open and inviting, but I hesitated. I mean, who in their right mind would shake hands on something like this? I looked at his hand, every inch of me screaming to take it, but reason held me back. Because let’s be real, if the devil you know is bad, the one who despises your demons just as fiercely as you do? Well, that could be a whole different level of hell. But maybe, just maybe, that kind of "worse" is what I needed right now. I nodded.

LUCIA That devil really did put a spy app on every single one of my gadgets. Anger slipped through my veins as I stared heinously at the app in front of me. It was some kind of weird looking app that seemed scary even at first glance. The icon’s background was black in color, with some kind of manly silhouette drawn-out design at the center. The man seemed to be wearing a hat, a shade and a coat. Just like detectives, but a scarier version with eerie vibes.

This was the real cost of the empire Sandro had built. This was the devil she had married. Yet beneath the revulsion, a twisted attraction stirred. The way he stood there, powerful and unyielding, blood on his hands because someone had dared threaten her… it unlocked a primal part of her she hated herself for acknowledging. Her body still hummed from their earlier encounters, and now this raw display of dominance only heightened the conflicting pull inside her. She was horrified. She was also, shamefully, drawn to the monster who would burn the world to keep her safe.

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No humanity, just hunger. “You’re him,” she whispered. “The Devil of the Underworld.” He bowed his head slightly, a mockery of courtly manners. “Dante Moretti. Though most only whisper my name.” Her heart pounded. Dante Moretti wasn’t just a crime lord—he was a myth. A monster in a designer suit. A man with more blood on his hands than the war itself. Rumors said he didn’t age, didn’t bleed, didn’t sleep. That he struck deals in shadows, and those who betrayed him were never found again. Or if they were, it was in pieces.

I know that. “Say whatever it is you have to say,” I muttered. Lord Roberto tilted his head, studying me. I don't really like calling him Father because he was never like one to me. He saw me as a puppet that he could train to replace him. And I never like the idea of following in his footsteps. He's evil. His ways to our group is something I can't turn a blind eye on. That's why I decided to leave. I don't want to be a part of their grotesque alliances with their fellow criminals. I'm not like them.

Suddenly a copy of himself dressed in black appeared at his left hand side and spoke "Take it Vicoliz. If you want to be Action god, accept to be evil, grab this once in a lifetime opportunity and grab this spear. Being evil is what is best" Then another copy of himself dressed in white appeared at his right hand side and spoke "Don't listen to the devil. gods aren't meant to be evil. A god is meant to be pure of heart and clean. Don't give in to the evil side of you" "No don't listen to him! Listen to me" The evil side of his copy yelled. "No!! Listen to me!" The good side yelled. Then they both started yelling into his ears as his mind started going crazy.

His blood-stained face was ferocious, and he lifted his palm as he aimed at Heidi. "Go to hell! Blood Devouring Palm!" Bang! The bulge on his palm instantly exploded, and blood surged out uncontrollably. Under everyone's surprised gaze, it formed a massive, bloody, and frightening palm with crooked fingers. Then, as if it were the demon's hand, it swept at Heidi.