Son From Hell Novels & Stories

Jonathan said, his voice low and laced with amusement. "Are you kidding me?" Sasha hissed, trying to keep her voice down. "Your brother is literally called the Living King of Hell, and you think I shouldn't be scared?" She wondered if Jonathan knew that his brother was the infamous Hades of Hell's Gang. "Your brother is crazy!" Jonathan chuckled, clearly enjoying her reaction. "You seem to know him pretty well." "Well, I don't," Sasha replied quickly, a bit too quickly. "But I've heard he's a very bad man."

Sonia was even more convinced that she was abducted by Steven's men when she heard noises, she perceived the hard substance they were Inhaling and she could only nod her head, this sort of strong smell that was intoxicating her could only be coming from a group of bad boys, Steven was currently the only bad boy she knows.

His eyes were full of contempt, as if he were looking at trash. “You want to see Don Corleone?” He spat out a mouthful of smoke. His shiny crocodile-skin shoe nearly stepped on Sonny’s face as he kneeled on the floor. “In Newford, the line of people who want to be Don Corleone’s dogs stretches all the way to the Statue of Liberty. Who the hell do you think you are?” Sonny trembled violently. “N-Nine Fingers, sir! I-I’ve got guts! I dare to kill! My sister… My sister is yours to play with!” As he spoke, he shoved me forward hard.

Malachor's growls vibrated through her, his fangs grazing her jaw now, teasing another bite as he chased his release, determined to flood her with his seed. She could feel him swelling thicker, his hips snapping forward with feral urgency, balls slapping her ass in wet, brutal smacks. The altar groaned beneath them, cracks spiderwebbing from the force, but Elizabeth barely noticed—her world narrowed to the demonic invasion splitting her open, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air, mingling with the salty tang of sweat and the musky reek of their mingled arousal. Her thighs quivered, locked around his waist, pulling him deeper despite the agony, her submissive body craving the destruct

The five thousand dollars he gave me are still in my pocket, untouched because it seemed the bar men here in New York actually liked their fucking jobs and refused to say shit about the Hellfire’s. Not like that was surprising. Who liked to talk about demons walking the Earth? I feel a wave of fever flash through me and the need to vomit crawls up my throat. I hold it back. When my world gets less blurry, I tell myself that this is all for my family. Yes. My sister, mostly. My father and mother could rot in hell. Bring back the witch willingly. She’d kill me. That’s what is going to happen. I stop, fighting the urge to scream as traffic blurs past me.

“You hurt my son. I can not let any of you off. Or did you really think Anna is the only one I prepared this whole grand surprise for?” Lifting the pointer, Felix stared at my palm. I pressed hard. The screen lit up again. I choked; tears blurred the screen. “Watch!” My voice cracked through the hall like a whip. “Devils aren’t in hell. They are standing right here. In front of me.” I didn’t dare look up. William’s cries echoed from the giant screen above us. Every sound punched through my chest. My nails dug into my palms. Focus, Rebecca. Around the room, gasps rippled like shockwaves. Some watched the screen with trembling hands over their mouths.

They were both the rulers of hell. Lucifer son, Hades, was although a handsome, dashing young man he was far worse than his daughter lilith and because of this he was rarely allowed to go to the land of the living, anytime he did he caused great events that leaves a great mark in history and made human shrivel in fear in remembrance of it.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Daddy, I am cumming!” “Me too, son! Daddy is cumming on your tight pussy! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” And as they both reached their destination. Damon is still knocking on the gates of heaven again and again. “Fuck! Daddy is coming again, son! Ohhhhhhhh!” a

A past that visits him from the depths of Hell, haunted by its spectra with nightmares that refuse to leave him even after all those centuries have passed. He raised his head and watched the disc of the sun, which was preparing to set behind the horizon, bid farewell to the island, leaving coldness and darkness, announcing the end of the children's play period and the start of the parents" role in guarding the area from the attack of what remained of the savage Sirana.

The other party was an expert, but he didn't have the manner of an expert. "Ha... You are better at bragging than those scums of the Immortals." Chu Xun crooked his fingers and said, "Come on! Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of Fiend Supremacy." "Who do you think you are? Go to hell." Demon Son was furious. He waved the black halberd in his hand, and his foul aura was monstrous. He turned into a flash of lightning and rushed toward Chu Xun; his halberd aimed at Chu Xun's throat.