Stain Devils Blood Novels & Stories

I rolled behind a marble pillar, returning fire with precision. BANG! BANG! BANG! One by one, they fell. Heads shot, bodies dropping. I showed no mercy. I moved like a ghost, silent and deadly. Blood splattered on the white walls, staining the expensive paintings. I didn't care. Let them see what happens when you anger the Devil. I fought my way through the house, killing anyone who stood in my path. But something felt wrong. They knew the layout too well. They knew exactly where the cameras were blind spots.

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.

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.

Letting out a low keening wail, her whole body stiffened. Shifting his hips, he pressed his cock against her cunt to emphasize his next words. “I’m going to need you to behave, my little pet, or you will force me to discipline you right here, right now. Understood?” Devon nodded her head yes. Releasing her mouth, but keeping his hand on her wrists, he used his teeth to tear at the opaque plastic of the blood bag. A corner tore open. Palming the weight of the bag, he squeezed. Warm crimson liquid poured out. Holding the bag high, he poured the blood along her right side. The room filled with a sick, metallic scent.

Olivia "If you think I'm going to sleep on the same bed with you, you're wrong!" I yelled after the devil left the room. Obviously he was the devil!What kind of a man will chose to marry a woman with no feeling or knowing her !Only a devil can and that room was his personal hell .Actually his entire house was hell in my opinion.. But if he thought I would share a room with him, he was wrong. Damn wrong! There wasn't even a damn sofa in that room, only the huge bed. The colors were black as expected, like his dark soul.

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

They tormented me all through my growing up, it only makes sense that they were the biggest pain in my ass in this prison yard. “No unauthorized use of power, you freak.” He smirked. “Or you are going to be taken to the red house.” The smell of blood filled the air as I scratched Devon, my breath seizing in my throat, tears filling my eyes as my throat burned hard in my throat. Fuck the red house. The last thought I had as I focused a mental blast to Devon, but my body froze before I could. Devon’s eyes widened, and his grip loosened, making me land on the floor flat.

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.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

The Glambour forest, also known as the Devil's vale was situated in the western part of Patasia continent with mysterious supernatural secrets. lt was the earlier meeting place of different nations but now everyone was scared to cross that place due to it's dark secrets. History saying that hosts, sightings of the reaper, wolf packs gathering, vampire hideaways–all present in this forest at one time. Popular rumour about the forest was the paranormal activities of the non human creatures of there. Once approximately in early twentieth century, a pregnant lady and her husband were trapped in this mysterious forest because of the broke off of their black classic british sports car.