Son From Hell Novels & Stories

He immediately suppressed more than half of his pent up anger and said tentatively, “Please move aside.” The tattooed man did not move and stared at Victor as he asked, “Where do you think you’re going?” “Do we know each other? Do you have the wrong person?” “Your name is Victor Sullivan, Isla Sullivan’s father, CEO of Gold Stone Co.. You originally had a congenital heart disease and was just cured shortly after with the help of Alex Cohen, right?" “Hiss… Who the hell are you?” “You don’t have to ask that. All you need to know is that you won’t be able to go anywhere today. Come on, let’s go to your house and sit down.”

I said to her and she shook her head. You think that thing you call a child will save you?” she hissed. “Do not talk about my son in such a manner.” I confronted her immediately. “Did you call that a son.” She said. “Sienna, I won't warn you again, don't talk about my son in such manner.” I said calmly but anger was really boiling inside of me. “You mean that thing that was as result of one night stand, that bastard?” Now that's it, she has eaten more than she can chew. I raised my hands to give her a slap on her damn face, suddenly Ethan held my hand. I thought he said he wanted his son. Why will he allow a common slut insult his only son in his presence and he didn't do anything.

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"

She added "Thats the condition the Devil gave me for leaving perguratory" Sorex replied. "So call me Hell Boy till I get that Spear of Doom and get my original body back" Sorex replied "Hell Boy, that's a nice name" Sarraphina said with a smirk. "But laying your hands on The Doom Spear is a difficult task" Sarraphina added "Nothing is difficult for me, especially when I have you my daughter, the angel of death by my side" Sorex began "If I could deceive two gods and make them release me from that underworld, then killing those demons guarding the Spear is a push over for me"

Model and would-be actress who thinks the sun shines out of her darkest recess but thinks her sun shines brighter than Pearl's. Rene Ashton: Three times divorced mother of the twins and Amelia, who doesn't know the meaning of the word 'maternal'. Always out for what she can get. Nick Henderson: Multi-millionaire vocalist of chart-topping band Hero. Tall, dark and as hot as hell. Partner in more ways than one of Gabriel. Gabriel Swann: Multi-millionaire drummer of chart-topping band Hero, Six foot three of blonde tanned hotness. Partner of Nick. Pete Coates: Multi-millionaire guitar player of chart-topping band Hero. Husband of Juliet, and father to Polly.

“Is Hades not synonymous to…?” “Satan?” Lex completed the sentence. “Yes it is. And if I use that to guess where their name is originated, I would say they refer to themselves as the sons of Satan, products of evil. The ultimate demons, feeling no remorse whatsoever but kill and destroy anything and everything in sight.” “Great,” Groaned Byron, “Just great.” “But that is not what you think, is it?” Bob said, looking at Lex curiously.

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

His mouth, nose, and ears moved around his head and face like light through a kaleidoscope. Heppni finally got herself under control, wiping the tears from under her eyes. "Let me introduce you to the real Hellion. Or Hel as he's been called since the dawn of time. A literal chameleon who can take the shape of anything or anyone. The love of his life is the only person who can save him. As the eons pass, his magic grows more unstable. More devastating." "Why haven't you helped him?" Saint asked her. "He's your brother."

And within that violet fire appeared the massive figure of my father—the primal demon of the Moreno lineage. But the most terrifying sight was just behind the sun. Tearing through the infinite void of space emerged a massive swirl of black smoke, resembling a wingless dragon. That was the ‘Black Dragon’ army, infamous for devouring stars. My four-year-old son—Sona—instantly transformed the piece of metal in his hand into a massive laser gun. He was no longer speaking in Lucas’s voice; instead, a deep, ancient voice echoed from him. “Mother, get ready. Father is not missing—he is hidden within the fire of the sun, fighting your father. The Black Dragon army is coming to devour our sun, so tha