Who Is The Devil's Son Novels & Stories

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

Zach joined the deeper evil world and with his strength, smartness and skill, he disposed of anyone that was on his way to being in the top, when he was still building his fame and travelled to Spain, the president tried to play dangerous and Zach slaughtered him and placed a new president there who is under him. His indifferent and cold self coupled with his capabilities and his slaughters of hindrances gave him the name of 'devil incarnate' in the power world and since them we was on the top and was respected, feared and adored, but of course before a child grows to a man there was already many men on the street, many powerful individuals in the dark world never fail to kill him at any opp

The Russians have done things far worse than we have. Especially Semion aka the devil. He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month. His precious daughter. He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and searching for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.

Just a simple touch from Jarek gets my libido working overtime. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was some kind of witch—someone with power, someone who could bend me to his will. But then again, isn't that the Devil's domain? Yes… I believe it is. And after all these years, I no longer have any doubt—Jarek Falcon isn't just dangerous. He is the Devil himself.

After I shouted to choose Matteo, my mother, Sofia, looked down at me in shock. "Lia, what are you talking about?! You just told me yesterday that Vincenzo treats you the best. Why are you choosing Matteo now?" Matteo had a terrible reputation among the Families. Everyone said he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, with enough blood on his hands to stain the entire river red. I used to hide whenever I saw him, crying and begging my mother to hold me. But they would never know that in my last life, the terrifying Diavolo Sanguinario was the only one who avenged my mother and me.

The bond between father and son was rapidly weakening. Caelus lowered his head and let out a weak, broken chuckle. “Y-You… think you can protect that sinful child from me… by killing me?” Slowly, he lifted his blood-soaked face, a manic grin spreading across his lips. “Angels don’t die. I will simply take a new form… and every time… I will come back to kill—” Finn’s eyes turned blood-red. His massive black wings spread wide as he fully embraced his Devil form, power radiating off him in dark waves.

When he heard his mother being mentioned, he even raised his eyebrows slightly then chuckled softly. You whistleblower. That's what Gerand was thinking. Then unfortunately he loved his father and mother so much that he turned into a good boy in front of these two people. Cheating? Not really, Gerand just followed the rules his parents had made. When they are happy, that is enough. [Why are you calling. Hurry up and say or I'll just turn off the phone.] [Just relax Brother I'm...] Deny's words could not be resolved because Gerand immediately hung up on him.

And his fate was decided by the Devil himself. "Daddy." What the hell ! The devil thought . "Daddy!" Saying came running a little girl from under the small book shelf and went to hug her daddy. " Where the actual hell this little sh*t came from , didn't you kill each and every single one of them?! " the devil asked his men while eyeing the small girl with a death glare who was hugging the bastard. 'Daddy?' He thinks, 'How the actual hell this pathetic man in front of me was granted the father title?'

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Her voice was down but cold "But why mum??? He's my uncle and I like him. He always play with me and he makes me happy." He said sadly bending his head. " Stay away from him. Remember he isn't human like you. He's the devil's son, he's biological son. So don't mess with him, else he will drag you to hell with him. Is that what you want ???" He's mother asked cozily " But how is he the devil's son. Remember the devil is a spirit and we can't see him. How then are we seeing Lucian." The little boy was growing interest. I boiled in fury. How can a mother say this to his son