Cavetown Devil Town Novels & Stories

The Glambour forest, also known as the Devil's vale was situated in the western part of Patasia continent with mysterious supernatural secrets. lt was the earlier meeting place of different nations but now everyone was scared to cross that place due to it's dark secrets. History saying that hosts, sightings of the reaper, wolf packs gathering, vampire hideaways–all present in this forest at one time. Popular rumour about the forest was the paranormal activities of the non human creatures of there. Once approximately in early twentieth century, a pregnant lady and her husband were trapped in this mysterious forest because of the broke off of their black classic british sports car.

“And the world will know that what belongs to the Devil… stays with the Devil.” As he led me out of the cellar, a low, subsonic growl rumbled in his chest. In that moment, I knew the truth. Girard Roux wasn’t human at all. And I was about to enter a cage far more dangerous than this cellar.

Pressing his fingers against the hardened cover, he tried to pretend…it didn't hurt. There was a soft crunching as two twin pairs of black dress shoes moved in a swift stride down bleak, surprisingly barren, streets. With the scent of a crisp autumn wind carrying seasonal spices and pumpkin along its fingertips, the taller of male of the duo silently trailed his gaze over the landscape presented to him. The winding path to the orphanage nothing short of taxing, Clay decided as the soles of his shoes glided over the concrete path. Gentle hums of a song in the distance played from the forest, slender digits pulling his messenger bag snug to his waist. A clock ticked.

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.

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

In their eyes, I was just a pretty looking teenager. Most of them were only here to take a glimpse at ‘Cheetah’. The latter only ever took part in international events. However, as this time it was held in Kingstown, he made an exception. Rumours had it that ‘Cheetah’ was also a resident of Kingstown. Walking towards the crowd, I also noticed a few familiar faces. They were all famous racers from different cities. One of the guys in blue hair, had a walkie talkie and a list in his hand as he gave instructions to the boy next to him.

Armory and drug-related information all related to Braden and Atlas. Atlas was a little believable, because he’d shown a glimpse of that side of him, but Braden… I wanted to remain in denial so bad. But this…this file was solid proof that I never knew who I married and fell in love with, and right now, I didn’t even know who I was fucking, that well either. I was falling a fool three solid times. From what I’d just seen in this video, both brothers were dark entities wrapped in beautiful bodies and handsome, deceiving faces. Atlas a devil, Braden a demon.

She nods in acknowledgement, then her eyes sparkle with life. “I have an idea. There’s something the kids here call The Devil’s Groove, it’s a glorified cave but whatever, small town kids make use of what we can, anyway, a bunch of kids who didn’t make out of here like to hang out there, and the adults of the church are certain those kids will end up in hell, what do you say we make a trip down to the devil’s groove?” It didn’t sound like my style, but I would take it, there wasn’t much to do here besides thinking about the forbidden priest and work. Which reminds me, I have to work tonight, better make this quick then.

Candace’s smile widened as she stood between, enjoying the chaos. “I will make this easy for you, young Jess.” Candace mocked, her voice dripping with condescension. “It’s not just about us, everything about Gavin is complicated. You’re not enough for him.” “Stop,” Gavin said tiredly. “Why? She needs to know.” Candace returned, “Gavin is called the devil of Darion Town for a reason, what do you think it means?” “Get out of my house,” Jessie hissed, her chest physically heaving in anger.

“Instead, they decided to make a deal. They would find their own solution. So, the settlers went to a place called the Devil’s Cave, and they brought sacrifices there, because they were going to do something very drastic: they were going to enter in to covenant through blood with a mighty spirit which the inhabitants of the forest called Malkouth. Do you see where they went wrong? “So, the men came came one night on the harvest moon to the Devil’s Cave and they lit a fire, much as the great bonfire we have here, a fire of celebration, though one with much darker intent. And the men of the town brought their own children out with them as sacrifices and they slew them on the altar to Malkouth,