Anzai Devils Line Novels & Stories

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

But if Aiden disappeared tomorrow, he wouldn’t bat a single lash in his honor. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I strike a nerve? I didn't mean to hit your prissy book." Aiden sneers, his eyes dark with malice. Lashes white like snow drape down to match, uncaring as he rises to his feet. Anger rising quicker than he was prepared for when he snaps back, "You don't know a damn thing about my 'prissy' book, maybe you should check a mirror to get a good grasp of what a priss looks like."

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

As she felt the shift of time and the start that comes with the following words. “WELL, WELL, WELL. WHO DO WE HAVE HERE?” The voice and the tone that is about to offer the most tempting contract. A devil that is an expert with straight stars and A’s to his belt. The top trickster of a devil, and somewhat the protégée of Anzu. Daniela opens her eyes and sees the little contract unfold with Kyle, no Ramiel as the devil and the lowly victim is Alliah. “Shall we begin?” “Who are you?”

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.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

“Of course. My apologies. Welcome to the family, Mrs Moretti.” He bowed his head and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. I waited until he was gone to ask Luca about him. “Who was that?” “Viktor Volkov.” Luca said, watching the man’s retreating form with an intense gaze. “Alpha of the Eastern Ridge pack. He’s an ally, for now.” “For now?” I asked with a frown. “In our world, alliances are seasonal.” He turned to me, his expression hardening. “Come, the guests are leaving, we need to go.”

When we arrived at the well lit arena, I was shocked to see what used to be a training ground turn into a cemetery hosting dead bodies. “Dante Moretti.” I muttered between closed teeth. “Salvatore.” I heard someone calling. My anger resurfaced, the time to the brim. I glanced to where the spectators usually sit and watch the fight and there he was, seated like a king between two guards. Suddenly, my eyes darted to the figure beside him. I was burning with fury when it fell on Fabien crouched to the floor like a dog, a chain hanging around his neck, extending down to his hands. He had been bound by Dante with no hope of survival.

Leaning back, she pulled the keys from the ignition and opened the door. It was clear to her that something had Dev in a mood, “You okay?” “Yeah, just dragons.” Candy glanced over at Annie, watching as her eyes widened. “Dragons are here?” “Yeah and they’ve put me on the hunt for one of their mates.” Dev said as he moved closer towards the garage exit, breathing in the cool night air. “Roll my windows down first, I can tell what you two were doing.”