Who Is The Devil's Son Novels & Stories

“Are you really his son? And... and you're the devil? The real devil?” Lucifer quirks an amused brow before he takes a bow. “Yes, I am. The one and only. And yes, Fallon is my son. Don't be fooled by my boyish good looks, luv. I'm a bit older than you think.” He gestures to an annoyed Fallon, placing his face close to his. “Do we not look alike. Of course, I'm better looking. But I rather think he has my eyes. Of course, he has his wretched mom's personality. But what can one do?”

“Now, for the rest of the Seven Keys. Team captain of the swimming club of Knight, son of the influential politician which family runs into the political world, he is someone whose patience is small as he has a hot temper and easily be provoked. Just like the embodiment of his identity of the sin of wrath, devil Amon, Luke Peterson. Known with the blood of royalties from the country of Urasia, he is a royal blooded Prince who had everything in his command. He thinks that the world will have to bow in front of him as he will never accept defeat or no as an answer. He perfectly embodies the sin of the devil Lucifer, sin of Pride, Keith Dorincourt. Next, the team captain of the Baseball team of

To the point, I think about chaining you up so you can't escape. SILAS FOREST, WAS THE FIRST IN LINE TO BECOME THE ALPHA. THE ADOPTED SON OF GERALD FOREST, THE GOD HIMSELF AND SILAS FOREST HIS FAVOURITE SON, THE FALLEN ANGEL, THE DEVIL HIMSELF. THOSE WHO SAYS DEVIL IS A CUTE LITTLE MAN WITH TWO HORN ON HIS HEAD, THEY ARE WRONG ''CAUSE THEY HAVEN'T MEET SILAS.

Lorenzo was his name. Lorenzo Armani… Or as most people called him ‘The devil’s son'. He was a bastard son born out of wedlock. Some said he killed his father for the pleasure of it. Others said he'd done it for revenge. Either way, he was known throughout the world as a ruthless man. A monster. A beast. His reputation preceded him. Everyone knew him. For better or worse, he was feared. And yet, he was also respected. He commanded respect.

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

Axel said regretting ever killing him. “But you just killed him” Raphael answered. “No, he is the son of Hades, he can’t die. He is only stuck in hell that’s was why I set him on fire, I sent him to hell” Axel said as they walked back to find Hazel and Claire. They were the only ones who could find a way for Axel to get into Hell.

He's becoming too present and I hated it. I couldn't believe I was doing this. The feared Alessandro Rossi, eavesdropping on his nanny and driver talking, pathetic. My enemies would have a field day. My last name alone had brought fear to people's bones. I was known as the Devil's Son in the underworld. I had his first kill at 13 and did not feel anything except satisfaction. I loved the feeling of being in control of someone's existence. My father Nicholas Rossi was the devil himself. With eyes dark as the abyss, he had no ounce of humanity in him. A man who killed his older brother for the mafia throne. He was a tyrant who never smiled.

I am praying that it’s not true. “Please, let my son go!” Lucas’s mother yells. The devil faces her and uses his hands lazily to signify that his men drag Lucas’s mom here. They do, and she is on the ground. “Your damn son robbed the Don’s house and dared to push his grandmother from a flight of steps when she caught them. Say your last goodbye to your sons!” a gangster next to the devil says, and I freeze. He’s a Don? A mafia Don?

His tattooed knuckles tensed at his sides, like he was already ready to throw down. And damn me to hell… he looked good. Dangerously good. The kind of man that made girls with daddy issues forget their names. Rough-cut jaw. Eyes like sin dipped in whiskey. A smirk that promised pain before it ever offered pleasure. But I knew better. That face was carved from the same bloodline that ended my mother. Killian Maddox was the devil in leather. And I was about to marry him. “You look like trouble,” he whispered as I reached him. “You have no idea,” I replied, the smile I gave him sharpened at the edges.

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”