Left Hand Of The Devil Novels & Stories

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

She would have fought equally with the devil when he signed her to stop and stay still. Even though a large number of rogues approached them, he quickly disappeared from where he was. He seemed like a cloud of smoke that his opponent could not reach. He appears everywhere, and his opponent can't predict that. He unleashed heavy attacks. She can see his side, which you'll never dare fight against. Cruel, merciless, fast, and deceiving. He defeats the opponent without even exerting too much effort. He quickly wrapped his right arm around the neck of a rushing one, and he quickly broke it. He looked like lightning as he faced the oncoming rogue behind him, and she saw how his hand sank into its

His gaze flickered from my neck to my eyes, and the moment the words left my lips, a slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. "Then I will touch you, little rose. I will ruin you. Make you mine. I will unravel you piece by piece until pleasure is all you know." Devil. That was the only word that came to mind as I stared at Alaric. He was the devil— the kind who whispered tempting things, making it impossible to resist, making you crave him even when you knew you shouldn't. ‘Stay away from the devil. He is dangerous. He is horrible and cruel. If you give in to his temptations, your body and soul will be his. You can't run from him because, in the end, he always takes what belongs to him.

The growl evolved and fluctuated in so much rage. He is faster than I imagine and getting closer sooner than I expected. I pull my sword out of thin air. The sword that's been forged by the man who is famously known as the "Devil's hand". Every soldier and warrior dreams of possessing a weapon that is been forged by him. It is said to be indestructible and the only weapon that can kill a supernatural being. You may be wondering how I possessed a such treasure, well, he used to summon me and wished to be the best blacksmith in the world, so I gave the Devil's hand and in return, instead of taking his soul, I ask him to make me the best sword that can kill all types of supernatural being inclu

The young man seems to have come back to his senses because his expression changed. " Brian please wake up, please I am sorry I am very sorry I didn't know what I was doing. Please..." I blocked out his words from reaching my ears but I couldn't stop myself from doing the only thing my Dad hates. I healed his brother! Dad would be very pissed with me. But grandpa and uncle Jesus would be greatly pleased with me. Sometimes I use to wonder if this man called Lucifer is really my dad. He is very wicked! I am really the opposite of him Except for the stunningly dangerous never aging face that we shared

I tried again, but he held my hand and soon I found myself on the ground. “Have you forgotten who trained you?” While he was still speaking, a bullet hit his arm. Salvatore winced in pain as she looked up to Dante, the culprit. I watched as the one I called my boss grabbed his pistol, pushing me to the floor. Dante chuckled. “Pistols aside. Fight with your bare hands.” Salvatore glanced at his bleeding arm, but he did not mind Soon, the two were engaged in a fierce battle and I watched as Dante dominated the mini field with his aura and fighting skills. Salvatore was nowhere near his abilities.

He hated his father and never listened to his words but once she turned her back to him it was as if he stopped thinking and let the devil take over him. Whose fault was it? Not his. Not hers. But his fathers. Linya currently has six stones and luckily they lack the most important stone. The black stone...the head of the devil. Missing any other stone in the seven of them is fine, he can still unleash the demon but if they get their hands on the black stone it's over. She believes whatever Evandros did is benefitting his father and that he is still being controlled by him. How come...how come that old man is so cold?

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

I gave him confused look. He understood that I don’t get what he said. He explained “If I call your name then your husband Zale Lionel Helmer will turn into Lucifer the devil” Why he is reminding me of those things? If he knows about him as a mafia then is he working with him? “Are you working with him in Mafia?” I asked him “Yes, of course. I am his left hand” he said. I gulped and looked away. I am still scared of these Mafia things. I am trying to accept this side of him.