Black Clover Julius Devil Novels & Stories

A ruthless underworld heir and a disgraced investigative journalist are forced into a fake engagement that ignites a dangerous, all-consuming passion. Their love is tested by betrayal, power struggles, and a conspiracy that threatens to destroy them both.

Resolve replaced hesitation. Lucian straightened, both hands flat against the table, his shadow stretching long across the maps and names. “Prepare the men. Arm them. Train them like the devil himself is coming for them. In three nights, we hit Darius. No survivors. No mercy.” One by one, the lieutenants rose. Chairs scraped against the floor, boots pounded toward the door. They left with determination carved into their faces, carrying orders that would change the underworld forever. When the last door closed, silence fell heavy. Only the rain remained, striking against the glass like a warning drum.

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

They saw him as nothing more than a poor boy who had lost his mother. And just like that, the sponsorship slot naturally fell into Timothy's hands. I skimmed through everything at a glance, my hands trembling uncontrollably. All along, I believed that Timothy only changed in his senior year of high school. I never imagined that this was who he truly was all along. He was a devil by nature. I submitted the materials to the police. I later heard that Timothy was arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment. Hearing that, I finally let out a breath I'd been holding.

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?

He picked up his phone and dialed Vinyl's number and soon afterwards there was a knock on the door. “Come in.” Khalil responded. “You sent for me boss.” He said holding a laptop. “You were at the wedding yesterday. Did you see that black girl with the Argento family?” “Yes, I spoke to her. Her name is Pamela.” “What else do you know?” “Don’t you know Bloom?” Vinyl asked. “Bloom is dead.” He answered. “She’s his step daughter, turns out he didn’t treat them right and I think the girl must have set him on fire after her mother died at the shoot out.”

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

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.

“Fuck the tux, Liv.” “I really want to give you what you want, but I don’t…” “Fine.” Cass slipped her fingers free, sucked the juice off them, then tugged her jacket off and laid it on the empty seat across from them. Then she went to her knees, pushed Olivia’s legs wide, shoved the panty aside, and latched onto her clit with her mouth.

“He’s a Road Devil. And my boys don’t have half-breeds as kids.” The ugly words landed with a finality that hollowed something inside her out completely. Diversity was not the name of the motorcycle club game, and Cole had been very upfront with her about that, right from the beginning. “Listen, honey,” he’d told her on their second date, leaning back in the booth at that tiny diner outside Denver with one tattooed arm stretched along the cracked vinyl seat behind him. “I look at you, and all I see is a fucking heart-stoppingly beautiful woman, end of conversation. But some of the boys in the club, well…” He’d paused then, his expression turning serious in a way she hadn’t yet seen from him.