Breach The Devil Within Novels & Stories

biggest mistake of his life. "ENOUGH. I LUCIFER HERE BY ANNOUNCE THAT HUMAN WOMAN IS MY MATE, NOT ONLY FOR THIS LIFE TIME BUT FOR ETERNITY. IF ANYONE EVEN DARES TO COME BETWEEN US, I WILL KILL THEM." I said with my devil voice and I can see my skin burning and turning red and taking complete Devil form. All the Demons started to surround me, Hades might be the one for whom they work but they worship me... my inner Devil. They all kneeled before me but I have no interest in them. I snarled at them and they ran away. I am no longer in my control. My Devil form is completely out and all I can see is red. I want her... only she can calm me down.

Darkness pressed in from every side. Screams tore through it; raw, desperate, inhuman. A woman’s voice rose above the chaos, shaking with terror. “There… there she is. Kill her. Kill her and the baby. They must not survive.” Shadows rippled. Something stepped forward; massive, horned, wrong. A demon. Its claws glinted like obsidian blades as it reached for the pregnant woman. “No—please—” The plea ended in a wet, sickening sound as the demon tore her open. Blood spilled like a river. A cry pierced the air; thin, fragile, defiant. The demon leaned close, its breath cold as winter.

I inhaled sharply and ran my fingers in the hair out of frustration. "What's the deal?" Right now, I want her underneath me, withering and moaning with pleasure while I ruin her hole for good. "Another contract with you." She did not hesitate to say that and I expected that. Delilah Richards is no less than a prostitute. A prostitute warms someone's bed for the sake of money and she does the same for the offers. That's how she became an A-listed model. A contract with the Weavers is enough for anyone's career. Although she is a slut but she is talented. I cannot deny that but I hate the fact that talent is underrated for her and she seals the deals with her body instead.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

I stare at this fucking cock sucker and grit my teeth, feeling betrayed beyond belief as he just grins at me, making a point to touch Myla in front of me, making her beg me for help. "You? It's been you this whole fucking time?!..." The devil whispers in my ear, "You're not strong enough to brave the storm." I looked the devil right in the eye and whispered back... " I am the fucking storm."

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

I'm writing this not to hurt you, but because I need you to know some truths I've kept buried inside. From the moment I joined the Cosa Nostra, my life turned upside down. I knew things wouldn't be the same—that my family name didn't carry the same weight it did in the Camorra. But I took that path because back then, I was already shattered inside. Broken in a way no one could fix. I lost everything precious when I failed to protect Martina. That year, my soul fell apart. I felt like actual garbage, living in the shadow of my own guilt.

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

The temple shook violently, dust falling from the cracked ceiling as the breach outside pulsed again but closer now, the Devourer’s presence heavy and suffocating like the shadow of a planet eclipsing the moon. I rose slowly, feeling the goddess coil through my veins. Silver light gathered along my skin, burning with a cold, ancient fire. My pulse matched the rhythm of the altar, of the breach, of the Devourer’s slow, deliberate hunger. “You don’t have to do this,” Kael said weakly. “Yes,” I whispered. “I do.” I stepped toward the entrance. The moon flickered. The air thinned. And a deep rumble shook the ground that followed by a sound like claws dragging across the fabric of the world.