Dark Devotion Novels & Stories

It was his first time doing it, and his hound didn't just drag one person to hell; he dragged over a hundred, and he did it viciously and effortlessly. Maverick closes his eyes, and when he does, it's like a curtain opening up, revealing the gate. He sees into the depths of the darkness where the red glows beneath it. It calls to him louder, and it's enticing. Smoke seeps from his body, mingling with the smoke rising from the depths of hell. His body tingles as his hellhound becomes antsy, wanting to come forward and answer the call of the gate. It calls to him again, and Shade howls in Maverick's head, trying to answer it. The call is so strong that Shade can taste its fiery essence.

As the moon dipped below the horizon, casting a dark shadow over Gettysburg's battle-scarred landscape, Reid and Elena prepared for the forbidden ritual. They stood within a circle of candles, their flickering flames dancing across the faces of the ancient tombstones. Elena's hands moved with deliberate precision, etching intricate symbols into the earth. Reid watched, his eyes burning with determination, as she poured a crimson liquid into the center of the circle. "The blood of the innocent," she whispered, "to awaken the Devouring Shadow."

Killian Schmidt, she whispered in her heart, a name that dripped with darkness and despair. Flashes of the past flooded her mind as she recalled the first time she had laid eyes on him. The memory of his pale eyes sent shivers down her spine, revealing a darkness that seemed to penetrate straight into the depths of his soul. In that instant, he bore the resemblance of a true spawn of the devil, his mere presence exuding an aura of malevolence. It was as if he took pleasure in the suffering of others, revelling in their agony and humiliation. There was no trace of remorse or guilt in his gaze, just an eerie sense of pure amusement as he watched his victims, helpless and on their knees, desper

⚠️don't read!⚠️ (⚠️violence 🔞⚠️) Sak pasé! I didn't mean to end his life, I know it wasn't right I can't even sleep at night, can't get it off my mind I need to get out of sight 'fore I end up behind bars What started out as a simple altercation Turned into a real sticky situation Me just thinking on the time that I'm facing Makes me wanna cry

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!

[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.”