Dark Devotion Novels & Stories

Though not as bulky as the Hulk beside me, I could see the lean and powerful muscles beneath his clothes, ensuring an aesthetic nature while also maximising sreneth over bulk. "Miss, Gina?" he called, pulling me out my reverie. "Are you okay?" "Um, yeah," I nodded. "Thank you for having me, Mr Devon Fenrir." "You can simply call me Devon," he smiled charmingly. I did my best to ignore that warm smile and his easy-going nature and remind myself that this was the face of the monster who has been making the lives of my family a living hell for a while now. "I would like to get straight to the point if you would allow me?" I said once I sat down.

I wanted her for myself then and I want her for myself now. The notorious Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Nova to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain.

Gabriel reminded her. "Anything else, boss man," she mocked. Gabriel turned and smiled, allowing Yada to see his fangs. "I would like to remind you, I loathe the living. You are only alive because I need a link to the beast." Gabe moved towards the door. "Sunset, be downstairs by then, and tell no one of this place." Yada laid back on the bed and breathed out hard realizing she sold her soul to a devil named Gabriel Michelson.

"I seek the power of Azserroke, Demon of the Darkness. Bring to me my other half, my blood, my soul, my sister in the womb. I offer you the blood to seek my desire. I offer you the power of this soul." The words seemed very straight forward and simple. I didn't know how all this mumbo jumbo worked, but if it was supposed to be straight forward, that wasn't exactly how I would have put it. The blood from my hand dripped on the bottom point of the star. Mila's body went rigid. Her mouth lifted to the sky in a terrible scream that raised goosebumps to my skin. The circle and symbols within glowed an eerie green.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

But centuries ago, Maeron had gone too far. He didn’t just remember fire. He fed on it. He sought to consume memory itself. To erase, devour, rewrite. They tried to kill him. They failed. Instead, they buried him beneath the sanctum, sealed with six sacrifices and a silent flame. But now, Serena had reignited what he once corrupted. And Maeron—the one they now called The Devourer—was free. A Hollow of His Own Maeron walked alone through the shattered bones of the northern ruins. Wherever he stepped, ash peeled away from the ground like skin. The world recoiled from him, and he enjoyed it.

Searching to seek anything that will gives me some feeling or make me interested, but only my aura accompany me who gives me feed back to what it found which is nothing until it stumble upon a mater that make my self shedder silty from the impact, this matter is so dark , compere to the darkness that surrounded it feels like light. My aura start get absorbed a bit when it touch it than it quiqly like a child that get his first candy to taste after find it delisious, it started to absorb my aura verry quick and smooth with it prosess, in this kind of situation, there is no feeling come to me, no rage or fear or hope, only nothing that overwhelm my being from the tortures that I suffered for

He said in a cold, angry and stern voice. "Yes, master." She said in a low voice. "Now get out of my house you bitch." She stood up holding her head down in submission bowed in front of him and left through the huge dark double doors. The dark man sitting in the shadows was the example of the devil's right hand in the face of the earth. He was not the devil himself but she felt, knew and believed wholeheartedly that he was the devil himself. He was the devil lingering over her shoulders making her do everything he wanted and she hated. He was the devil accomplishing everything he wants through her. She doesn't get rewarded nor she gets praised by him if she does something right, he always fi

Seeing the demon coming down from the stairs, I hurriedly jumped from my seat, going to pounce on him. ‘What have you done, why??’ I yelled at him, hitting him hard. Instead, he pushed me very hard away, and I went crashing to the floor. I raised up my eyes, looking at Daphine standing beside him, watching him. I felt disgusted by the two of them. ‘Do you think I ever loved you?’ He said, his words were heartbroken to me. ‘I only take you to bring me more money. How dare you interrupt my peace with my girl!!’