Dark Devotion Novels & Stories

Chapter Two. AZAEL BLACKWELL. The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine.

She too begins to walk away as she adds smugly, “Not even your fanged lover will be able to save your broken soul.” I break into my worst devastation, wailing like it’s the last day of my life as I writhe over the sheets. Just what sort of calamity have I brought over myself? Just when I could finally muster the courage to grasp onto the threads of happiness I don’t deserve to at least give my life a little light…I’ve ruined it all with these very same hands and have plunged myself into despair. ~~~ The days that roll by are agonizing and bereft of respite. Devon only comes in at night and he never speaks to me. The only thing he does with me is satisfying his desires and put me through hell

I know it because I’ve been keeping tabs around him. So if I have this gift in mere coincidence then the normality could be altered. I gulped, unable to say a word. And this time, ready to hear more. To really listen. “There’s darkness inside of you and it will come to life.” “Come to life? The hell?” I murmured. I can’t believe this… “Literally coming to life, brother. When you make her pregnant, the pup will be a living devil in human’s form. It has emotions, miracle if it learned a bit of kindness but its diet is different, he lives feeding into the soul’s darkest depth. “

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.

James glared at the Devouring Demon. The Devouring Demon was a bizarre being comprised of various body parts from countless different races. His soul was also abnormal and held similarities to the evil spirits of the Dark World. In the Dark World, some evil spirits would devour other souls to grow stronger. James could sense one dominant soul within the Devouring Demon, but at the same time, there were also others within him. “You should take his offer!” “Hurry up, and take it!”

“Those pretty eyes can’t stop following Lisa. You’re thinking, ‘what kind of assholes would make someone in her condition work for them?’ Am I right?” “No, I was…” “Well, that is what happened when you think of messing with me. It didn’t take more than two bullets. Yours will be a worse fate if you dare me, I assure you,” the devil dropped before lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. He did it to her? Of course. The food in my mouth suddenly nauseated me, and I pushed it down with a forceful gulp of water. “Excuse me.” I shot up from my chair and left.

With my fingers, I thrusted into my pussy and stroked gently with a moan. It felt good, and soon, I was immersed in pleasuring myself. Just then, my eyes caught sight of the door knob turning. My eyes widened. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't as I haven't reached an orgasm yet. The door opened and my heart began to thud heavily when I saw a glimpse of black pants which I could swear I saw Dante wearing. Suddenly, I could see him standing by the door, his glare immediately shifting to an almost soft expression. His lips twitched when he saw me in a very compromising situation, with my legs still widely opened.

A blinding, suffocating dark haze violently clouded his entire vision, entirely replacing the terrifying hyper-lucidity with a deeply lethal, highly toxic delirium. He violently collapsed completely backward entirely into the freezing, deep sludge. He didn't actively possess the microscopic strength to completely fight it anymore. The empire was entirely ashes. As the terrifying, freezing black sludge violently filled his actively bleeding mouth, the complete, absolute darkness finally, violently swallowed the legendary Devil of Dalal Street entirely whole.

“I hope it hurt. You killed my brother. Took my father. Turned into this.” Devon’s eyes flickered—grey fighting black. “I saw it tonight. All of it. The pups I made watch executions. Your father in the cells. The way I choked you in the hall.” His voice dropped to a growl. “I became everything I hated. And I still want to lock you away so no one else can ever have you.” The ritual surged through me. I felt it slam into him. Devon roared and shoved me harder against the stone, lips crashing down on mine. It wasn’t gentle. Teeth clashed. He bit my bottom lip until it bled. I bit him back, tasting copper.

--- THE FIRST DREAM — BLOOD AND PROMISES I’m kneeling. Not weak — never weak — but controlled. Intentional. There’s blood on the floor, streaked in dark arcs like spilled ink. Someone groans behind me. Someone else is praying. I don’t turn. I already know who matters. He stands in front of me. Nicholas. Younger. Sharper. Colder in a way that feels cleaner, less fractured. His suit is immaculate, but his eyes are ruined — dark and burning, locked onto me like I’m the axis the world spins on.