The Gun Devil Novels & Stories

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.

I picked up my gun from my drawer, and closed it. “How much did you say you need?” I held my gun discreetly, as I questioned him. “Ten thousand dollars, Diavolo.” “Hmm. And you said it's for your son's treatment?” “Ye-s.” I raised the gun, and I watched him freeze. “Why are you not trembling anymore?” I asked him. “Dia-vo-lo-” “I know crack heads and I know a poser. You're the latter. Who sent you?” “I–”

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

I know I live in my own dream world, but even I know that this isn’t one of my stories, Devil won’t take me away with her, Devil won’t be my mommy, Devil would lose interest in the end. “I’m ready,” I tell her with both my bags in hand, she smiles and leads me outside toward her car, the red Camaro, the car stood out in my neighbour it didn’t belong there none of the cars were fancy enough to be even compared to hers, and even the flashy ones aren’t that flashy, but still there stood the red sports car. Devil opened the trunk for my things, I could see other bags there, some plastic, some not, I could see a change of clothes, the trunk was pretty much filled, maybe it was all her torture dev

One bullet each as I watch the helicopter take off. I roar in anger and pain as I’m shot. I go down when I see the person walk towards me with the gun pointed at my head as I clutch my shoulder. I pant, lift my gun and fire only for the clip to be empty. I laugh as I see the dark dot in the sky get further away. “Give my regards to the devil.” The man speaks when he suddenly screams and I see a flash of tan and black fur maul the fucker, ripping his throat out. Thank god for Lucifer.

I was not even given a chance to inform. Another gun I heard. What? Am I that hard to kill and need two bullets to go into my head? "Let her go or I'll blow your skull, Sky," said a voice I will never forget. Is he here? Did he save me? That voice that I knew belonged to the devil has become a miracle for me. I opened my eyes and there he was. With all his dark and dangerous look, full of power and he was standing behind the man full of tattoos while holding a gun pointed at it.

Using a hand as a gun… and actually firing bullets? A Devil. Absolutely a Devil. "Lord, spare me!" "Take me to heaven!" "I offer you my soul!" They screamed hysterically. The women went even further—tearing open their clothes and throwing themselves onto the bedding, shouting, "Devil, take me! I'll bear your demon offspring and help you rule the world!" The middle‑aged man could no longer stand. He slumped to his knees, his eyes growing dim, then collapsed face‑first onto the ground.

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.