Son From Hell Novels & Stories

Almano raised his son to be a tyrant, to be fearless, he knew that he had a lot of enemies and they would want to exploit him using his son, so he turned his son into the devil instead. ********** At St Patrick's Hospital, Sonia was seated beside Lisa, patiently waiting for her to wake up. When she saw Lisa’s eye blink, she felt so excited, so she called the doctors. After examining Lisa by the doctor, Sonia was finally let into the room. She rushed to her mother's side but Lisa stared at her like a stranger,

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Quiet streets of Hampton slumbered in a soft, golden light as sunset fell, old cobblestones sketched with shadows. **Sonia** stood in the front yard of her small house with its ivy bed. She worriedly twisted the hem of her dress in her fingertips as her heart thumped in her chest at the uninvited visitor before her: **Dylan**.

Black ichor streamed from his eyes. "Your God won't save you from her!" He laughed. Rayleigh reached out and pressed her free hand against his chest. His eyes widened as smoke fumed from her palms. "Thust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world for the ruins of souls." She raised her voice as a force shoved the man from the circle, but her hand gripped tight of a black shadow. It continued to screech and squirm in her grasp as fire roared up from the pit below it. Skeletal hands extended out from it and grabbed hold of the shadowed entity and pulled it into the flames. She lowered to her knees as she assisted in shoving the shadowed demon into the pit. Screams of ag

I have an appointment with destiny. I’m heading to Arizona and the small town of Peach City. My mother called it el diablo. She swore she would never return. It’s one of the few promises she kept before she died. I have a score to settle because of the man who destroyed my mother’s life. I’ve put it off long enough. I’m going there to kill him. My mom lived in fear every minute of every day even though she escaped to the other side of the country. For as long as I remember, I’ve dreamed of killing Frank Tison. The only fear I’ve ever carried is the thought that someone got to him first.

My understanding is that membership in each costs money and it was cheaper for my father to change to simply sending warriors out then to continue waiting for warriors to come in. I am the youngest son of Alpha Charles Redmen, the alpha and sole leader of the Red Fang pack. I am the youngest of his six kids. I was born prematurely and, unlike my twin Chloe, struggled to breathe on my own. I guess that’s where everything started. My father wanted nothing to do with a weakling like me. So I became the son he didn’t want, the son he felt was undeserving of my very life.

I have an appointment with destiny. I'm heading to Arizona and the small town of Peach City. My mother called it el diablo. She swore she would never return. It's one of the few promises she kept before she died. I have a score to settle because of the man who destroyed my mother's life. I've put it off long enough. I'm going there to kill him. My mom lived in fear every minute of every day even though she escaped to the other side of the country. For as long as I remember, I've dreamed of killing Frank Tison. The only fear I've ever carried is the thought that someone got to him first.

Axel said regretting ever killing him. “But you just killed him” Raphael answered. “No, he is the son of Hades, he can’t die. He is only stuck in hell that’s was why I set him on fire, I sent him to hell” Axel said as they walked back to find Hazel and Claire. They were the only ones who could find a way for Axel to get into Hell.

-His friends repeated, looking at each other and surprised by the word. -Brother, what's wrong? You look pale. -Hey... -Girls, come on, leave at once, please. We won't be needing your services tonight. -The girls who accompanied them got up somewhat annoyed and left, feeling like losers. -Now, tell us what you said. -I don't know, that call I received was very strange and has left me confused. -I thought your father was dead. How come he's calling you now to confuse you? -It's not that. A boy... a boy just called me daddy, he says he is my son and that his mother is in trouble.

His crimson eyes burned with the intensity of volcanic embers, a smoldering hatred directed at memories that plagued him with every passing millennium. He could feel it. The tether that bound him to his son was alive once more, pulsating with a faint, yet unmistakable energy. It throbbed like a second heartbeat, rekindling emotions he’d thought long were dead. His son was reborn, somewhere beyond the thick shadows and infernal barriers of hell.