Dark Devotion Novels & Stories

At the wedding, Ewan Holland's assistant replaced the slideshow video with a clip of my sexual assault from five years ago. Amid the dead silence of the hall, Lilith Clayton pinned down my hands as I scrambled to unplug the flash drive. "Relax! I mean no harm. Just wanted to remind you how much Mr. Holland loves you. He doesn't mind your past, so don't ever chase cheap thrills or betray him." While I racked my brain trying to convince everyone it was an AI forgery, I frantically signaled Ewan to pull the drive. I thought he'd surely step up to save me. Yet he dragged the timeline bar forward and zoomed in on my face instead. I stopped wrestling, staring at him in disbelief. "What are yo

But contrary to her expectations, he answered after a few seconds. "I'm a devourer." "Devourer?" Harika nodded his head. "I am someone that eats the souls and life forces of those that have committed grave sins against Heaven's Will. The more sins that they committed, the tastier they were to me. And those gave me strength." Minerva was stupefied. Seriously?! What kind of ancient demonic beast was this? "How about those who did not commit grave sins against Heaven's Will? Will you still eat them?"

It sent me millions of sparks down to my core. "D-Devon... please..." I sobbed. I tried to resist him but he was too strong. "Don't pretend that you don't like it, priestess..." He kissed my neck again. This time, he became passionate and slow. "D-Devon..." "Submit to me, my priestess. I don't fucking care about your spells. All I need is you..." he whispered. "Devon, this is a sin against the heavens. You must not do this. Please..."

"It's not dangerous, I swear. It's a low-dose sedative, it just—she would've been fine, I just wanted—" I punch him again. “I need a name!” “It’s GHB!” He produces urgently. “It was a low dose, I swear—” I slam his head back against the floor before punching him again. The anger coming out of me right now is not the kind I'm used to. I'm used to cold anger, controlled, the kind I can easily put down when I'm finished with it. This is different. This is an old type of anger that comes from somewhere dark, somewhere I stopped visiting years ago, those years before I knew how to channel it into something useful, when the feel of bone breaking under my knuckles was the only thing that made the w

The noises Ruth and Ivan made pierced my ears. I wanted to cover them so I wouldn't have to listen to them, but the noise penetrated my soul. I clamped my ears as hard as possible, but it didn't help. I couldn't escape, either. It was as if I'd been placed under a spell that bound my soul to Ruth. I couldn't get away from her. I could only watch as my fiancée, the woman I loved more than life itself, slept with my murderer. I was so disgusted that I wanted to puke.

Let the drama begin. “It’s been hard to be bad,” he said in a pitiful voice, “I don’t have the respect or help I used to have. Quotas to meet, monthly horned head counts, dream appearances, worshipping hours, and pacts in exchange for crappy souls. I’m only one Devil!”

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

"Be as soft as The ANGELS But as dark as The DEVILS When it's the right time" NISHMA .. .. [•16+ mature content] Withering in pain, frustration, and embarrassment crawled upon her as Nishma's body shook uncomfortably in unreleased pleasure. "But You missed it" She heard him saying, mockingly and these words stabbed the heart of DEVIL as a fire enraged her. "Mission accomplished"< Demon spoke in his head and danced at his victory.

A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence: Shams al-Duhur: In a small town, there once lived a sect of corrupt humans who gathered the innocent and slaughtered them as sacrifices to demons. But the demons betrayed them, killing each one and leaving no bodies behind. Their blood filled a vast pit beneath this very town—a pit dug by the devil himself, which became a lake of human blood, fed daily by the endless violence of wars and accidents. From this curse, Malik was born. The devil claimed to be a soldier on Earth and sent him to fill that lake with blood without end. No human being can stop him or uncover his true nature.

She recalled Matthew's furious, booming voice as he snatched the sobbing child from her hands, while Fali had merely watched the scene with cold annoyance, without so much as a flicker of remorse toward her own young daughter. Fali grunted in suppressed irritation, wiping her face angrily with her hand as she tossed the glowing cigarette butt out the window into the dark street, muttering under her breath with palpable disgust: — "Damn it... What kind of vile memories are surfacing now?!" She slammed her foot onto the gas pedal, sending the car accelerating into the darkness, fleeing from a hideous past she desperately tried to bury beneath layers of paint, fame, and superficial titles.