The Devil's Blood Novels & Stories

I say softly, tears already stinging behind my ears but I push it back. “Very well then. In this table, it is blood for blood, whether on purpose or not, so my Verdict” he takes a deep breath in, “Two weeks probation off from the table, meaning no resources whatsoever from here and you are off the protection of this table and as for your blood repayment,” he brings out a small box, “stand” Shakily I stand, Justin holds my arm, stopping me in my tracks, “what the…” “I would not allow you to do something as stupid as this” he whispers.

The infamous, ruthless billionaire known as ‘The Devil. My blood ran cold. What the hell have I done?!

His eyes were steady and very grey and held something she'd never seen in them before: the specific quality of a man waiting to be destroyed by something he's said. The omelet was burning.

Salvatore was nowhere near his abilities. I sighed deeply. It was a tough watch. Suddenly, Dante lost focus when he glanced at me, giving Salvatore the ample time to secretly draw out a dagger. Cheat, I spat in my mind as I reached for my dagger which Salvatore had tossed not far from me. With a weak body, I approached the duo. Dante, on seeing me, smirked when I raised the blade towards Salvatore. “Emily, behind you!” Dante yelled, but it was too late, my blade pierced through Salvatore's back at the same time I felt a piercing pain around my arm.

Her mother and father have always brought her different kinds of strange gifts whenever it was her birthday. She never understood why they would give her such. But, she always appreciated the gifts. However, she has always left with a turbulent spirit afterward. On her 18th birthday, her mother gave her a golden image of the supposed devil. It was so bright and beautiful that it lit up a room, the moment it came into contact with her. She was confused by this incident and she never found the answer as to why the image of the devil was given to her and why it lit up upon coming in contact with her.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

His lips was widened as he shouted out for his men that he had found me. Attempting to dodge the on-coming fist that was directed at me, I shifted to the left side as the man came crashing down on me, ouch he was so heavy, I tried to get to stand up from on top of me but I noticed that he was now unusually still, his previously warm body was now ice cold and stiff he I tried to push him off me but heavy weighted body refused to bulge. My hands touched a very sticky liquid which I thought was dirt until I brought my hands up to my face to see what it was, blood, how? What... How could that be? I didn't kill him, I didn't shoot him worst still there was no sound of gunshot.

"But I realized that I will never be as perfect as you told me to be. I tried, but it failed, tried so hard to impress you but it made me bleed, tried so hard so hard and I almost died." "You." I asserted, pressing the sharp ends of the knife deeper into his flesh. "You proved to the world that you are the devil. Simeon Lebedev inferred to be the most brutal, cold-blooded, abhorred, selfless man in the mafia world. Congratufuckinglations." I snarled "You've earned the tittle but at what cost. Nothing since you have no fucking heart." I step back and toss the knife across the room. Simeon's chest heaves up and down before he searched my eyes.

The pain in her throat was so terrible that she coughed up blood after answering the question: "Yes, sir..." Humans call Vampires the devil from hell, but it is humans who are the evil devils.

His fingers sizzled behind a lavender scent as he yanked it forth. The Devil roared its rage. The mouth in its stomach vomited up red ink that stained his hands. The floor cracked open and fiery stairs led the way down. “What is this?” Jon yelled. “Communion,” The Devil answered. “One step beyond.” “Always just one step beyond.” The demons chained at the Devil’s feet simpered and cried. From their mouths came a stream of unending babble. *** The Male Demon thundered: