The Lab Rats Devil's Train Novels & Stories

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.

Why would the devil advise her to go down to a place even him cannot go to. "Is there no other way to go about this?" "I'm afraid, there's no other way. It's your choice now. Save him, or mourn what he was. Either way, time is not on your side." Just like he came, the devil disappeared into thin air, leaving the devastated Aria pondering on the almost impossible solution he had offered. Meanwhile, at the heart of a forgotten realm, where the air was thick with sulphur, and the sky, a bleeding darkness, Lucas knelt in pain. He screamed, but no sound left his throat.

“Her spirit is frayed. It’s only a matter of time.” They were drawing power from the girl—using her like a vessel. They had done it before, and they would do it again. It was never about consent. A low thump echoed through the station. Then another. Dull, heavy. Like padded footsteps on stone. The witches paused. The circle flared briefly. One of them narrowed her eyes. “Did you feel that?” Another snorted. “Probably rats.” Then came the growl. Low. Predatory. It rumbled through the ground, slithered up their boots, coiled into their chests.

"Thank you Dominique." Devon said bowing his head slightly. He then walked to Control with Dominique and ran down the training board showing her the status of current product. Dominique decided to personally test one of the senior slaves, a male who was endowed with a cock that looked like a tree trunk. She descended the stairs and found him cleaning. She directed that he follow her and she led him to one of the live test rooms.

The one horned devil smirked happily at him, Master Xiao Wu and the two others who couldn't avoid hypnotizing these Devils gave him a headache. "Well, our meeting this time is for my training. You all have to be ready Bitch!" 0 Preview Publish

He was the Apex in his element—dark, silent, and utterly lethal. We moved through the service corridors, taking down guards with a terrifying, synchronized efficiency. I used my suppressed pistol to pick off the perimeter watchers while Girard moved like a shadow, breaking necks before the men could even scream. But as we reached the heavy, reinforced doors of the central lab, the air changed. The doors hissed open before we could touch them. The lab was a cathedral of glass and violet neon. Hundreds of tanks lined the walls, filled with human subjects in various stages of a horrific, twitching transformation. And at the far end, standing over a console of glowing data, was a figure that mad

"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 be human like us? Obviously, they have some powers." "You know what, Mark? That's okay, it's just as you say," the teacher cut him off from speaking further, although Mark seemed about to say something else, but then the bell rang. I breathed a sigh of relief. However, as I packed my things into my bag, I kept pondering the same question Mark had asked. Are those demons like us? Thinking about it, I felt my skin crawl. So, I dismissed the thought. As I walked out into the hallway, I bumped into Alessa and K

In a few seconds, he was towering over me, pressing a finger on my lips to threaten me, " Sshh! Watch before you speak, Princepessa. I am not your prince charming anymore. I am the devil who is here to suck your soul. If I made you just my fuck body, what will the world call my child? An illegitimate one? In no way, I was going to allow it. Get on the bed and wait for me. I want your back to remember because I really don't wish to kiss your poisonous lips ever which fed me lies for years."

“... And that foe whom we may as well refer to the devil, has people worshipping her. Her disciples perform rites depending on what they deem fit. For some, once in six months, others, once in three years but the most common, once a year. No matter the interval between them, though, one thing is certain. Blood is an essential part of such rites.” Prof. Travis took his eyes of Harold and continued teaching but Harold didn't hear as much as a word. Now he was sure without doubt that Prof. Travis was speaking to him. Warning him, precisely. Harold wasn't sure if it was Prof. Travis; his Religious Studies lecturer, that had sent the letter to him but one thing was certain; He was going to face t

Pupil scans were required for anyone to enter the laboratory. Regarding his doubts, the boss told Devon that it was none of his business and told him to concentrate on the task. In addition to their own experiments, Devon and the others were in charge of the final test on the results that Thompson had gotten. After countless failed trials, Devon was even more contemptuous of medicinal herbs now.