Devils Son Name Novels & Stories

His stoney eyes lands upon Sky. "I will give you an important job," looking at his eyes directly. He nods his head once."Anything King." Sky is an orphan boy about 20 years old. But his loyalty left no question when it comes to the Devil. Unlike other men in the gang he usually doesn't get involved into violent works. He was in the gang as long as he can remember.But The Devil himself kept him from getting into violence. But that does not mean he is anywhere less capable of fighting. In fact his fighting skills are greatly praised by the Devil as he is one of the best fighters.

somewhere inside of me I know he is right because this doesn't have anything to do with Zee if Ash theory is right. "She's the devil's spawn." Brandon states and I smile a little. "Actually, demons are the devil's spawn." I correct and Brandon rolls his eyes. "Whatever, then she is the demon's spawn. That kind of makes her grandfather the devil. Good enough." My smile widens slowly. "Actually, the devil's name is Lucifer and he was an angel of heaven before he fell so he's still an angel so technically you're calling her an ang-"

Everything just going fine, you just play your part well then there won't be any problem if you ask me how can son let this happen something like that, you will be surprised I am the one who supports him because I hate him so much" after that chairman man's son " demon, cancel the call, which makes them concerned about the safety of else, how will they trust someone who possesses devil intellect. demon reaches home, he saw the car of someone who he did see before, it's nothing new, a prostitute car, always there, because demon's father is a complete pervert, he is old but he sleeps with many women. when going out, he listens to his father's conversation with a lady. " Why are you living so s

For some reason, everyone feared me because of my strong face, cold expression, and eyes like that of the devil's incarnate. Well, I wasn't the devil incarnate to be exact, I was his son. The son of the Devil, and as such, that makes me a devil also. A devil with no heart. “ From who?” I cocked my brows. “ From Gamma Rover.” He replied, and a knowing smirk graced my lips. “ What is that little man up to?” I chuckled darkly, staring at the letter in my hand. It's been four days since he sent the first letter introducing a marriage proposal.

“You look like you’re waiting for me to grow horns and drag you to hell.” I lifted my chin, even though my knees wanted to buckle. “They call you the Devil’s son. What else should I expect?” A faint sound escaped him, almost like the start of a laugh but colder. He took one step closer, then another, until the space between us felt too small. “And what do they say about me exactly? That I drink blood? That I killed my own mother with a curse?” I backed up until my legs hit the edge of the massive bed. “They say misfortune follows you. That anyone close to you ends up broken or dead.”

My father took my mother for the operation, but unfortunately, she didn't make it, leaving him with a debt to pay despite the unsuccessful outcome. Two weeks passed, and my father was unable to pay the money. He pleaded with Levi for more time, who offered two options: either my father would indulge in human trafficking or marry me off to him. My father rejected both offers, saying he would pay the debt. However, after struggling to gather the money, he eventually accepted Levi's demand to marry me off. But I refused and ran away from my birth pack, unwilling to live with someone as heartless as Levi, known as "The Son of the Devil."

He stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt open at the collar. He looked infuriatingly calm. Ronan Blackwood I've been too shocked to recognise him last night but now - fuck! Ronan Blackwood the rumoured devil. I had no idea if I should scream or just laugh because how the hell did I end up with the devil himself? “You had no right,” I said, my voice low, hard. “I saved your life.” he responded calmly. “You took it.” I marched toward him, heat burning through my chest. “You didn’t ask. You didn’t give me a choice. You just—scooped me up like I was some damsel who needed a knight.”

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.

"Don't," Win said seriously, his gaze intent. The devil raised a brow as he leaned back into his chair. "And why shouldn't I?" he asked with a shrug. "The creatures wants the war to end, and I'm tired of all these tedious planning meetings. I wish to return to my life in hell. As much as I like this place but I am not big fan of Earth and human. I need to go back to my home. I am lucifer son, I have many things to do Win, like helping my father with his demon business""

’ He thought. “Oh, wait… Do you know your son is the devil-reaper? It would be an honor for me to kill him.” Albert frowned.‘What is he talking about? Ethan is the Devil-Reaper, not my son. Did he think Ethan was my son?’ “Do you know who my son is?” Albert asked, confused.