Cursed Devil Novels & Stories

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

he said. "What! It can't be. I was the one he loved at first. Why the sudden twist of fate?" I asked. "You have to understand that the Alpha is under a curse and the only person that can help him break it is that girl and that's why they are bonded together," he explained. "Curse…! I think I have a brief knowledge of that," she said. "I am telling you all this so that you won't feel worse when you find him in the arms of another woman. They are fated mates," he said.

The devil demanded loyalty and success and success, he would offer. The girl. The boy. The angel. Everything. Everything was right in place. Shalom and Lyka, the two witches who had once cursed to sleep, were back. And he... was ready for this. Ready to destroy them, destroy humans and make an army of demons out of borrowed human souls. With corruption and greed and sin, humans would follow the dark path and then Earth would become 'The Devil's'

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 timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

Lucien inhaled slowly, and when he began, his voice carried easily. “I was exiled,” he said. “Stripped of birthright. Cast out not for weakness, but for ambition.” He paced slightly within the limits of his chains. “Ardenthal was stagnating. Softened. Trading steel for treaties. Power for compromise.” Several nobles shifted uncomfortably. “You call it treason,” Lucien continued. “I call it correction.” Gasps echoed. He turned his gaze to the council. “Ask yourselves; how many of you questioned Dominic’s mercy? How many believed fear kept enemies at bay better than kindness?”

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

Ivan grabbed the hands of Dev to go on his feet, “I curse you, Dev. You will be possessed by a girl and your heart under the thick dragon scales will bloom with love. Oh, I wanted to see your face dipped in love.” Dev replied who was listening to him with a raised eyebrow, “Ivy, you are cursing the half wizard and half dragon man. Your curse won’t affect me. And… the girl who ever wanted to marry me would be brain-cracked.”