Son Of The Devil Novels & Stories

The Voss name would be obliterated. I couldn't allow that to happen. I would endure whatever he threw at me to ensure he stood at that altar, no matter how much it cut. On my way out of the mansion, a sleek black sedan pulled up the driveway. Dario’s father stepped out. I quickly offered a polite greeting. The aura of authority that radiated off that man was terrifying, it was easy to see why the streets whispered his name with trembling respect. They called him the Devil for a reason. Later that night, I lay awake in bed, staring at the wedding checklist glowing on my phone. A notification interrupted my thoughts, an I*******m story update from Viva, one of Dario’s usual circle.

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

“Even after I’ve filled you three times today.” Adrian moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. His hole was slick and swollen, leaking Luca’s cum from earlier, but it still clenched greedily around his thick cock. Luca leaned over him, chest pressed to Adrian’s back, and bit down on his shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? Being used by the devil while the world hunts us.” “Yes,” Adrian gasped. “God yes.”

Avery pursed her lips and tried to pull her hand back, but she could not break free from his grip. "Come on!" His eyes grew red as he said through gritted teeth, "Other than your best friend, there's also your son! Have you forgotten that I came close to strangling your son to death?! I'm the devil! I will harm anyone who crosses me! It doesn't matter if it's your best friend or your son, I won't show them any mercy!" She could feel his hot breath fan across her face, and she somehow seemed to have caught his evil nature.

"I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..." "He doesn’t – but there are more devils than Lucifer. I'm the daughter of Julien, his firstborn son. Lucifer is my grandfather." Melia relaxes and soars back over to Indra. She points to her necklace. "If you want my help, Indra, the devil's daughter, you must give me the Havor ring hanging around your neck." Indra shakes her head and places a protective hand against the neck ring. "It's a gift from Odin. I have given him a promise to never take it off."

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.

Vito said calmly, calling Isolde name in full. Ortensia breath caught. “Ferretti… that means… that means you killed her father, Vito…” Her voice trembled, the horror rising in her throat. “That means… Alessandro Ferretti is Isolde’s father… you killed him.” She stared at him like he was a stranger. But maybe she was the stranger for not seeing it sooner. Then she whispered, broken, “Is that why you bring Isolde close to you? Being nice to her so even when she learned the truth, she won’t believe you killed her father because you are nice to her and help her up…? Vito, you are a Devil.”

And I look at them just in time to see the young man almost faint, had it not been for Ferguson who got ahold of him, helping him stand upright. Upon entering the pack house, Ferguson sits him on the couch when my father turns to me. "How did you find him?" My father asks me. I go to answer when he cuts me off. "His name is Devon. He is the son of Alpha Silas and Luna Vera, the last survivor of his pack." I gasp. "What?" My father's eyes drift to him in the couch, a fluoredcent glow in his eyes before he turns back to me. "They're all dead."

He asked, “Your father is the Devil…. LUCIFER!” She said, and Luciano was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his ears. He normally hears it from humans that the Devil is an enemy of God, and he manipulates human and lure them in doin' evil things. Whenever he hears about the story, he too couldn't help it but hate Lucifer for making Adam and Eve commit such sin. Now to think of it, he appears to be the offspring of the Devil and the person he hated. No big deal, he has always hated his father and mother since childhood, so it wouldn't make any difference.

She staggered on her words, her body shuddering tremendously. This man terrifies her, a lot. His uncanny sensation frightens and scares the people around him. He's known for his aloofness, unemotional, ruthlessness, and savagery. He's a man who doesn't care about anyone likewise a soul not to mess with. He's extremely cold, he's brutal and dangerous. Many see him as a non-human even the distinct souls around England acknowledge him as... The devil’s son. "I think he's still drunk, thank goddess!" Madam Madison inwardly muttered, clenching her chest in a little relief as she gazed at the gelid king.