Breach The Devil Within Novels & Stories

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

He gritted his teeth. Her hope, trust, everything was broken by him. No one can heal her now as some scars could never heal. "She has already enter in devil's den. Once a beauty is trapped by a beast, there is no escape. No escape, untill the devil gets satisfied"

It was his devil smirking at him in delight for destroying her innocence with his savagery, her piousness with his darkness. 'Fuck you too bastard!!!', he snarled, aggresively punching in the face of the devil wearing a benevolent facade but it was the glass that shattered beneath his bruised fist. He stared at the innumerous lanceolate pieces scattered on the wet tile. Each pieces backscattering his wrongful soul and the devil multiplied instead of vanishing just like the devil that pervaded his entire being! Would the devil within him ever let her go or forever keep her captive inside these blood curdling chambers filled with nothing but slow death, despair and forever loneliness?

Every new attack was drawing him out of his right mind. "I am technically higher on the food chain than you. If I can get you to surrender the way a no-fur surrenders to-" Hades cut the powerful tom off. "I surrender to no one. I never have and with this power, I never will." "Then we are at an impasse." King slipped under the next focused attack to stand bravely in front of Hades. "But that crystal is a liar. It will drain your Doll in an attempt to steal every part of my aura. But I'm the Black Devil. I'm not just a strong Top-side magic user, I'm something other. My power is infinite. Understand, boy?" Then the Black Devil took the full force of one of the sphere's attacks dead on.

"Abandon me, Ignore me, After you killed me, With your love! My soul will reach out, Because you are my only world, I am calling out The love is deep in my heart... You bind my soul With your endless love, Now dissolved into nowhere, Lead me to where you are in the world. You are the devil. Tempted me to befall If love traps you, I’m here. Where is my trap?" Akshara whimpered constantly, singing mournfully when her sweet, chilling voice reached the ears of Dev, who had just now tried to catch slumber after struggling to rebuild the energy shield to conceal the evil. He soon rushed his legs towards her.

Taylor's pov The second Derrick’s boot slammed into Devon’s ribs, something inside me snapped in half. This wasn’t part of the plan. This wasn’t even fucking close. “Derrick!” I screamed. “Stop…stop! You’re hurting him!” He didn’t even look at me. His chest rose and fell in sharp, angry breaths, like a storm was building inside him and had no place to go except through Devon’s bones. Devon gasped, folding over himself. “What the hell…” he coughed, blood staining his lip, “...is wrong with 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.