Son Of Devil Novels & Stories

she answered and I felt a little bit stressed knowing Alaric would be back sooner or later. "So why are you here, a lycan being a maid. No offense though" "None taken" she sharply replied before heaving out a deep sigh. "you see, it is kinda complicated but I'll break it down for you, my father was a loyal servant to the king, his highness' father and he made a promise to the king that his future child, "a son" would continue to serve his first child" she said as she air cloned the "son" part.

“You look like you’re waiting for me to grow horns and drag you to hell.” I lifted my chin, even though my knees wanted to buckle. “They call you the Devil’s son. What else should I expect?” A faint sound escaped him, almost like the start of a laugh but colder. He took one step closer, then another, until the space between us felt too small. “And what do they say about me exactly? That I drink blood? That I killed my own mother with a curse?” I backed up until my legs hit the edge of the massive bed. “They say misfortune follows you. That anyone close to you ends up broken or dead.”

"Sophia, now I need my mate back... I miss her and every blissful moment I shared with her. You caused her death. What if... " "Go to bed, dumbass!" I yelled in exasperation, turning at him sharply, and I could see how he cringed, tripped, and fell on his butt in fear. "it won't cost me anything to kill you here and now! But that isn't the kind of death I want for you. You don't deserve an easy death just like your father. You might not have wronged me, but being the son of a devil makes you one, and I can't wait to cut your limbs and skin you alive while your father watches hopelessly." I snarled, and before I could say anything, I muttered a dark demon spell that drifted him into a deep sl

To the point, I think about chaining you up so you can't escape. SILAS FOREST, WAS THE FIRST IN LINE TO BECOME THE ALPHA. THE ADOPTED SON OF GERALD FOREST, THE GOD HIMSELF AND SILAS FOREST HIS FAVOURITE SON, THE FALLEN ANGEL, THE DEVIL HIMSELF. THOSE WHO SAYS DEVIL IS A CUTE LITTLE MAN WITH TWO HORN ON HIS HEAD, THEY ARE WRONG ''CAUSE THEY HAVEN'T MEET SILAS.

“You are my Champion. You are going to be sweet like your Mommy, right? Don’t worry. The Villain here, who is me will change. “Happy looked straight in to his sparkling green eyes and smiled. There were no words to describe this interaction between a father and a son. It was so out of the world. Melvin too was startled. Perhaps, she might have judged the devil king wrongly. Sometimes, a person behaves according to the trauma that he went through in the past but right at that point, he saw a man with feelings. A man who would be a good father and a good husband. But what the fucking hell happened in his life? What kind of shit did he go through to make him turn in to a devil? Whatever, it wa

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

The bond between father and son was rapidly weakening. Caelus lowered his head and let out a weak, broken chuckle. “Y-You… think you can protect that sinful child from me… by killing me?” Slowly, he lifted his blood-soaked face, a manic grin spreading across his lips. “Angels don’t die. I will simply take a new form… and every time… I will come back to kill—” Finn’s eyes turned blood-red. His massive black wings spread wide as he fully embraced his Devil form, power radiating off him in dark waves.

He knew I didn’t bluff. “Everything you have… every dollar, every privilege, every breath you take… exists because I allow it.” I stopped directly in front of him, towering over the pathetic sight he had become. “And right now, I am questioning whether you deserve to keep breathing.” His hands shook against the arms of the chair. “I am your son.” “Barely.” My voice was pure disgust. “A real son would protect what belongs to the family. Would understand that when a woman takes our name, she becomes sacred. But you? You are too busy getting high and sticking your dick in anything that moves to remember what honor means.”

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

said Liam . " No ! " said mr Ranch with a serious expression . " Then.....what am I ?! " asked Liam . " You are the devil's son ! A true devil ! " said mr Ranch . Liam thought that everything was strange and shocking but what he just heard was the most shocking thing among all the things that he heard from mr Ranch . ' I am the son of a devil ?!........The son of an actual real devil ?!............Could things go any crazier than they already have ?!.......... ' thought Liam with a confused expression .