Stain Devils Blood Novels & Stories

With him being a DEVIL? . . . TBC

Calm before the storm CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE Devon’s POV The call came in like a crack of thunder. Stacey was sobbing. Sobbing so hard and I could barely make out a word she was saying. “She’s gone… D-Devon, Alexa..s-something happened! Her house, it's-it's...h-her living room’s a mess.Oh my God, Devo. T-there's blood. They found actual blood. P-please just come!”

He has the confidence in him, aware of the returned of all the Powerful Witches, yet he wasn't able to tell where was the Lunas and the Alphas, especially his parent! That wasn't make him feel discourage, he just swayed his sleeve and his aqua robe shine with boundless blue sky color. He added, “You, Devil, would never have a chance to reclaim what you wanted. Accept your defeat and put the end of your curse!” “My curse?” The Devil laughed, not bothered by Raj statement. He was one of the confidence young man in red bloody-like attire, his action cause blood to poured and flooded the world of people. He was a Devil, the very known son of the Bloody Moon!

He talks about how he doesn’t like seeing Raven hurt but he also couldn’t tell her he’s a vampire and he killed Sternberg. Few weeks ago, Sternberg sent a text to Devon asking to hang out, he starts to talk to her frequently until she saw him drink from a blood bag in school. She threatened to blackmail and expose Devon and he was willing to leave town, the day she died, she walked up to him to nag and brought this really sharp knife to stab him, Devon dodges it and she mistakenly stabs herself and he goes ahead to scatter her body to make it look like an animal hurt her.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

His terrible face was full of pride. "I've carefully cultivated the four of you in order to leave a way out for myself. I didn't expect me to have reached this stage." The old man in blood-red robe chuckled. All the creatures in the world were his sources of energy, and the four people who had been following him were no exception. This was how devils were. They were ruthless and devoid of humanity. They fed on all living things in the world and absorbed resentment between heaven and earth to strengthen themselves. Previously, someone might not understand the definition of the devil, but at this moment, absorbing the blood of his four trusted subordinates was enough to show how horrible and r

Saint raises the knife, bringing it down on his wrist and successfully chopping his hands off. A gut wrenching scream is heard as blood sprays everywhere, painting my already red cloth red. I stare in shock as Saint raises his hand again, cutting off Maxwell's other hand without even batting an eyelid, his hands and clothes stained with blood. Maxwell screams out in pain as blood gushes out of his cut limps, staring at his missing hands in complete horror. Saint turns to me, his eyes cold as he stared at me with a bloody face. He stared as if his eyes were telling me this words ‘this is who I am, run away now.’

Decker said with red eyes and a pissed-off voice. “Yes, but the plan was to get money, not...” “I am sorry, Mike. She didn’t sleep for two nights because she was getting haunted dreams about what you people did to her.” Decker stood up as he stuffed his gun into his pocket. “Please, forgive me,” “Don’t ask me forgiveness. I am not GOD. I am the Devil, and the Devil never forgives.” He took a knife and made minor cuts in his hand, slowly letting the blood ooze out.

Akshara got goosebumps and replied, “Is it...? Peeling my skin off when I am alive? The pain would be deadly. Death is better than tolerating extreme pain. Huh, why would he do that to endure such pain?” Ivan who was standing near him shouted, “Dev, Are you mad? You are bleeding,”- Ivan hurried with a piece of cloth to force the wound to stop his bleeding. The golden blood oozed out from the skin of Dev, near his heart where he previously removed his scales. Akshara moved towards Dev and touched the wounds. Akshara looked at her hand wondered about his blood colour and yelled at him, “Did you have any cracks in your brain? Why would you do that... your blood colour is weird.”

When we arrived at the well lit arena, I was shocked to see what used to be a training ground turn into a cemetery hosting dead bodies. “Dante Moretti.” I muttered between closed teeth. “Salvatore.” I heard someone calling. My anger resurfaced, the time to the brim. I glanced to where the spectators usually sit and watch the fight and there he was, seated like a king between two guards. Suddenly, my eyes darted to the figure beside him. I was burning with fury when it fell on Fabien crouched to the floor like a dog, a chain hanging around his neck, extending down to his hands. He had been bound by Dante with no hope of survival.