The Devil's Blood Novels & Stories

A big figure flapped his wings and flew toward the sitting man, and the man didn't sit back, he also turned into a devil, changing his green eyes to red and opening his black wings, while his wing took him higher to dodge the attack of Satan. "You never have done this in hell, but today you are on fire because of that girl. Isn't it amazing?" the red-eyed devil said and rushed to Satan, Alexander. "As I've already declared in hell that only I can play with my prey and I will decide when she will die or how long she will live," Alexander growled at the devil and lobbed a punch toward him, but it didn't fall on the devil, however, it destroyed the ceiling.

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.

“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.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

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

Once they stopped, they brought a bucket, and Oliver the devil very casually cut his wrist, from which blood flowed out in black color. He looked completely unbothered by the cut and the blood flowing out from him like a river. I realized that he isn't Oliver but the devil, how would that small cut make him feel any pain at all? One man brought the bucket full of his blood near me as he dipped his three fingers inside and then made three lines on my forehead with his blood, his blood smell awful. I retched from it and then tried to struggle so that he wouldn't get close to me.

Who would have thought that the red liquid would struggle violently and try madly to escape? Ding Hao was about to go after it, when the Devil Saber in his hand buzzed and vibrated. It flew out of his hand on its own and turned into a stream of light. When it returned, the blade was stained with a drop of bright crimson blood. It was the True Blood of the Heavenly Demon. It was the blood of a former god-level existence.

They were white as snow. He never stopped thrusting deeper into her. He groans out in pain, his gums aches and the urge to bite her again was irresistible. He shut his eyes close hoping he can get rid of the feeling but then, it failed for the second time. It's always said the blood of an angel is as sweet as nothing ever existed and once tasted, there will never be a stopping point. Only now, he believes. Being the devil himself didn't make him an exception from the craving. The demons inside of him seek for more, more than just her blood.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.