Stain Devils Blood Novels & Stories

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

she cried as his lifeless body plummeted to the floor. Pebbles ran to the only place she could think of, the closet that rested on the second floor of the devil's mansion, but when she got there, another devil was awaiting her. “Did you miss me, Pretty Pebbles?” Harrison grabbed her and shoved her inside. “How I've missed you." He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Pebbles tried to scream, but her mouth was sewn shut. She thought to punch him, but her hands and feet were bound. Terror seeped from her pores when she lowered her head and realized she was naked and positioned for the devil to enter her.

“Did you just call this your sword?” “It is mine!” Devilio yells. “You took it from my father, you murderer! You took everything away from me! You raped me! You killed my people!” Devilio does not say anything and this only makes Kayola angrier. She walks towards him and hacks his feet off his body. Devilio screams in agony. “Come on, you can’t die from that; we are both of Alpha blood, and I know I gotta do more than that before you die,” Kayola jeers at him.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

It means that Devon was healing herself, and as she gets better, it’s rubbing off on me as well. I was lucky to find a bottle of water lying around, I picked it up and splashed water on my hand, desperately wiping out the blood stains. By the time I was done, the pain in my chest is no more, and I could see Devon standing on her feet again, gazing curiously at me. I lifted my hand to my face, gazing intently at my fingers and my palm, searching for a scar or bruises from the fire that was burning my hand. But there was none, my hand was perfectly okay. It only burned me when I have blood on my hand.

“Those pretty eyes can’t stop following Lisa. You’re thinking, ‘what kind of assholes would make someone in her condition work for them?’ Am I right?” “No, I was…” “Well, that is what happened when you think of messing with me. It didn’t take more than two bullets. Yours will be a worse fate if you dare me, I assure you,” the devil dropped before lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. He did it to her? Of course. The food in my mouth suddenly nauseated me, and I pushed it down with a forceful gulp of water. “Excuse me.” I shot up from my chair and left.

No humanity, just hunger. “You’re him,” she whispered. “The Devil of the Underworld.” He bowed his head slightly, a mockery of courtly manners. “Dante Moretti. Though most only whisper my name.” Her heart pounded. Dante Moretti wasn’t just a crime lord—he was a myth. A monster in a designer suit. A man with more blood on his hands than the war itself. Rumors said he didn’t age, didn’t bleed, didn’t sleep. That he struck deals in shadows, and those who betrayed him were never found again. Or if they were, it was in pieces.

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?”

His gloating cries begin to annoy me. "Just speak the truth, Boco because I am running out of my patience with you and if your friend has told you about me then you must fear me. I can chop your son into tiny pieces and feed you. Do you want me to drag your son here and make him pay for your sins?" I throw my trump card. I would never think of hurting an innocent child or woman but the blackmailing is a part of this gamble. Family has always been the greatest weakness of a person who sold his soul to the devil and do dirty business.

Chapter Seventy Irene’s POV The iron taste of blood lingered on my tongue as Devon’s claws dug into my arm, dragging me from the blood-soaked altar. Gideon’s body still lay crumpled behind us, throat slashed open like a slaughtered lamb. The pack hall reeked of fear and copper. No one dared speak. “You’re mine now, wife,” Devon snarled, his voice is like a blade dragged across stone. His icy grey eyes burned with something far worse than the obsession I once knew. This was pure, venomous hatred. Tripled. Tenfold. It poured off him like black smoke.