Curse Devil Novels & Stories

Through Evan's murmurings as he spoke to the picture of me over the past two days, I now knew that Carmen was an underboss for a criminal organization. The police had been hoping to unearth the hidden criminal boss through her. At the time, they were still finding a way to get close to her. Unexpectedly, while buying me a cake, Evan ended up running into Carmen, who had forgotten her purse. He'd paid for her coffee on her behalf, and just like that, she fell in love with his gentlemanly demeanor.

I muttered quietly before I could stop myself. And unexpectedly, the corner of Dante’s mouth twitched faintly. Not amusement exactly. Just tired acknowledgment. Then his expression grew serious again. “As the bond deepens further,” he said carefully, “something else begins forming.” I frowned immediately. “What?” Dante held my gaze steadily for a moment before answering. “The council calls it the curse-child.” Every muscle in my body froze instantly. “The what?” “It’s not a physical child,” he clarified immediately, noticing my expression. “Not literally.”

I sat there, my hand locked in his, watching the blood stain the snow, pretending my heart wasn't shattering. Later that night, I met Zane behind the kennels. I told him about the amulet—how his eyes had cleared for a second. "It worked," I whispered. "But the darkness came back faster." Zane looked toward the pack house, his jaw tight. "The witch warned me, Irene. This curse is a parasite. Every act of cruelty, every drop of blood Devon spills, he’s feeding it. It grows stronger every time he hurts someone." "Then how do we stop it?"

Outside, the thunder rolled again, and for the first time, Aria realized something terrifying. The Devil wasn't heartless after all. He was just broken.

She does not want himself to be infected with a contagious disease and then it is considered as karma due to his evil deeds. Bejad if in terms of women who are victims. If for Gerand it is something that is mediocre. For that whatever happens Gerand will be careful what he thinks. As long as it truly can and it is not for it to do so, it will continue to exist. At this time Regi was trying to keep Gerand's naughty head and tongue away from his crotch. Whatever it is he doesn't want his climax to coincide with Gerand who will most likely suck out the liquid.

The devil exclaimed. Dracula poked a finger in his ear and winced. "What was the shouting for and you already made me a demon, I'm alive forever." "Have I been speaking some foreign language? I said the ritual wasn't successful and we have to find someone... She has what we need and she also has my nudes." The devil stated with a straight face. "What are the downsides of this power and what are the weaknesses?" "Sun." Answered the devil before poking at his wrist with a finger and letting his blood drip into a cup. "I already cursed you not to be able to walk under the sun because of your betrayal... You'd live with it and so would your followers."

That devil seems to have multiple personalities. Duh?!

After a frown, he said, "So, that's the curse within me?" Harvey nodded. "From the transcript and the symptom you showed just now, the curse inside you is called the Inner Demon Curse. This curse awakens the wickedness within one's heart and creates a personality as evil as a demon deep within. "This personality is like a seed. It's almost impossible to detect during your usual days. But once it has finished growing, the demon-like personality will replace your usual personality… Or it's more accurate to say that it will directly consume your original personality. When that happens, you will truly become a demon.

“They usually approach in a much more subtle way.” I bit my bottom lip in sheer embarrassment. Does he have to rub it in my face like that?! I quickly work my mind for a counterattack. “Excuse me! You seem to be misunderstanding. My curse is an expression of pain from your harassment, Mr. Cain. So, don’t flatter yourself!”