Dark Devotion Mga Nobela at Kwento

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

She did not want to do it, but they had to. “Let’s start?” She asked and Alpha Zenith nodded weakly. Around fifty curse hexer stood around the circle. “AHHHHHHH!” She screamed and the fire around went wild and the force around them went heavier to the point that it was making Minerva cough with blood. “Power of vengeance, heart filled with hatred, Blood of darkness, veins of evilness God of darkness, hear our prayer, Take the soul of sorrow, save our tomorrow! Take her to the depth of the darkness,

As her bike roared, the anger she was feeling intensified so much that she fought back tears from her eyes. “Blood is potent.” she heard Zee say from the front porch. She didn’t know the girl had followed her and she didn’t care. “Go to hell.” Inara replied and drove off, wishing she had never met Zee because otherwise, she didn’t think she would have been so down the rabbit hole; living in sin, cursing, gambling, beginning drinking, planning to smoke and now, taking a blood oath? To what end? she wondered. The answer was right before her; regret, loss of friendship and a brooding future.

A hand reaching through the veil— My soul being marked. Before I ever met Cain. Before I ever died. A brand. A claim. A promise. The Devourer whispers: You were born for me. Made for me. Your resurrection was mine. Your power is mine. You— are— MINE— Something inside me tears open. Something ancient. Something furious. Something that has been waiting for this exact moment. I scream— but it’s not fear. It’s rejection. The bond erupts in silver fire and god-scar heat, shredding the Devourer’s pull for half a heartbeat.

Her legs were hurting like hell from fire as she couldn't move. She stick to that spot as she continued weeping profusely. If only she had listened to Francesca! If only she wasn't desperate! She wouldn't have found herself here. She's trapped in the devil's web where she can't get out ever again... ★★★★★ NEXT DAY* TRAINING GROUND* Lucifer was in his own personal training ground, as always, he was claded in black armless top revealing his tattoos on his arm and a black trousers. He wasn't putting on an hat like he always do!

A wave of dark energy exploded from beneath the floor and sent Marcus crashing into one of the ancient pillars. Damian remained beside me, refusing to release my hand even as the force pulled harder. I could feel something moving beneath the darkness, something enormous that seemed to be rising toward us. Then a voice rolled through the sanctuary, so deep that the stones themselves seemed to tremble. “Who dares disturb my sleep?” Every person in the sanctuary froze. The Devourer slowly lowered its head, and a look of pure terror crossed its crimson face. My father's silver eyes widened as he whispered a name I had never heard before.

--- 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.

Until one of the oldest among them, Katarina Demidov, broke the tension with an icy voice: “He has returned.” Everyone knew exactly who she was talking about. The Herald of Darkness. The Hunter of Balance. Called the Final Judgment in ancient grimoires. The entity that could not be corrupted, bought, or controlled. The one who extinguished anything that violated the natural order of the worlds made no deals. “They say he absorbs sins with the flesh of their own creators,” whispered one of the alchemists. “That his body… is made of all the monstrosities he has destroyed. That every living part of him is a condemnation.”

"Abandon me, Ignore me, After you killed me, With your love! My soul will reach out, Because you are my only world, I am calling out The love is deep in my heart... You bind my soul With your endless love, Now dissolved into nowhere, Lead me to where you are in the world. You are the devil. Tempted me to befall If love traps you, I’m here. Where is my trap?" Akshara whimpered constantly, singing mournfully when her sweet, chilling voice reached the ears of Dev, who had just now tried to catch slumber after struggling to rebuild the energy shield to conceal the evil. He soon rushed his legs towards her.

[Zeve’s POV] “Take them to the dungeons and interrogate them. I will show you the wrath of a devil today. Bearers of light, it’s time you meet the devils of dungeons. Take them away!” Amor growled. “I was stupid to not meddle with religion earlier. I thought it was a place I, a sinner, should not pry. But I should have looked into it. God knows how many lives of my people these bearers of light have pushed into darkness.”