Son Of Devil Novels & Stories

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

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

“I was fucking someone real nice tonight. You interrupted that. So I’m going to enjoy every second of this unless you speak fast.” He coughed. Then started talking. Quick, sloppy, half of it barely making sense. Some upstart group, calling themselves the Black Sons. Wanted a reputation without earning it. Hijacked a container in the sea. Used my Mafia’s name because they figured no one would touch them if people thought they were connected to me. Stupid. Really stupid. Because now they’re all going to die.

Smile plastered over his face slowly folding the sleeves back knowing the fact why his son is really here. “Why dont you do it already rather than acting like a good son who wants to spend time with his father” “When you already knew about it why did let me in the first place” “Well I can't stop the presence of the devil right because of whom I’m here” “You are still in delusion Ota-san the devil did not make what you are, it was you yourself brought where you are. Well if you say I’m the devil why not give me your life and soul to walk in the path of hell” Takeshi smiles finally putting his hand sideways.

King Oliver shouted at the man who was none other than his son, Zamien. “Father, I know I made a mistake but I am not getting why are you so adamant about this rule? We are Devils who are fed on human blood and flesh. I do not think there is anything wrong with that. Just because of a petty agreement with the Angels you are giving me such a huge punishment?” Zamien complained to his father.

He prayed for days only to hear this. ‘Don’t cry Abhi, you won. You saved her whose mother killed your son. Your humanity won. ’ Rohan’s words were like bitter truth. Abhimanyu chuckled ‘It was us Rohan, our faith won.’ Hanging up the call he went back to dinning table. His face was completely different which was noticed by Abhay. His son might be a DEVIL but from his heart he is a soft person and why? Because he is son of both Devil and Angel. His brain might work like Devil but he has a heart of Angel.

She saw her Heaven standing there in a white frock with her innocent smile. When Lizzy saw her Heaven calling her by stretching her both little hands for a hug, she ran near her. When she reached close to her, she saw a large tough male hand with a red stoned ring in middle finger shutting her daughter's mouth and snatching her from her by giving a kick. She heard the roaring of him, 'Oh! my daughter Rose has returned to our world...He-hwee-hee.' Sandy closed the door and on the way back, he said loudly to Lizzy, "Hey babe...it's paper distributor. He came for this month's money.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

He was the son of a Beta, a boy whose entire identity had been a manufactured weapon designed by a dead man to tear a kingdom apart from the inside out. A crushing crunch of leather boots against the frozen snow crust cut through the howling of the wind. Devon did not turn his head. He did not draw a weapon. His nostrils instantly picked up the unmistakable fragrance of clean cedarwood, burning hearths, and volcanic pressure that could only belong to one man.

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”