Fantasy Stories & Novels

The Devil You Called Grimace. Hunger. Love like a curse. They say some doors open only once. She opened hers with three red candles, a drop of blood, and a whisper. Lonely nights, overdue rent, and a heart too heavy to carry — that’s all it took to call him through. Malik. The man made of smoke, shadow, and everything her prayers forgot to protect her from. He came smiling, with promises sweet as sin — protection, money, revenge. Every favor he gave her tasted like salvation until she realized he was feeding on her, one piece at a time. A memory here. A dream there. Her laughter swallowed whole. Now he’s the warmth in her sheets and the whisper in her nightmares. The devil she named, the lover she can’t unmake. Because Malik wasn’t summoned. He was chosen. And love — the kind that burns red under candlelight — always demands a body to keep it alive.

I gave my mate a kidney to save his life. Then I disappeared. Kidnapped, betrayed, and branded a thief, I became the villain in everyone’s story. They said I abandoned him. They said I ran off with his money. No one knew the truth—that I’d been fighting for my life while he was recovering with mine still inside him. Four years later, he’s healthy again… and engaged to his first love. In front of the entire pack, he raises a glass and says, “My only regret is not realizing she was my true mate. I’ve missed her for four whole years.” Hidden in the shadows of his celebration, my heart shatters all over again. To them, I’m still a criminal. To him, I’m a ghost. And to someone out there, I’m a loose end that needs to be silenced for good. But this time, I won’t be the girl they destroy. This time, I’ll decide my own fate.