Devil Crown Novels & Stories

KNOX POV "There she is." Fawaz pointed. Standing in the midst of men and women, her red velvet dress flowed with exotic grace behind her. A leg stuck out to show her sexy curves and the slit that stopped exactly where her underwear was. Just...wow! Her tawny tanned skinned glow under the midnight blue chandeliers to show how much of a goddess she looks. He averted his gaze on hearing his sister voice. (DOVE) "Dove, I didn't think I'd see you here."

He lifted both like a trophy. “I come bearing offerings.” “You come bearing a headache,” I muttered, pulling the door wider. Devon pushed past me immediately, all six-foot-seven of him. His hoodie was oversized and dark gray, half-zipped to show a black sleeveless top underneath. His sweatpants hung loose, and he wore a black baseball cap pulled low over his eyes—typical disguise-mode Devon. And of course, the diamond studs glittered in his ears even in low light, because subtlety was not in his vocabulary. The sleeve tattoo on his left arm was barely hidden under the hoodie, swirling patterns of black and cobalt ink crawling over his skin.

This was the real cost of the empire Sandro had built. This was the devil she had married. Yet beneath the revulsion, a twisted attraction stirred. The way he stood there, powerful and unyielding, blood on his hands because someone had dared threaten her… it unlocked a primal part of her she hated herself for acknowledging. Her body still hummed from their earlier encounters, and now this raw display of dominance only heightened the conflicting pull inside her. She was horrified. She was also, shamefully, drawn to the monster who would burn the world to keep her safe.

One of expression that so strange was the curiousity and confussion that came out strange when there's pain and fear that couldn't hide about in his eyes. “This is not defying the heaven,” the Devil's voice thundered about in his mind that shocked Raj once again. But not as shocked as before, he could remain to observed the Devil. “This is defying everything that common in this surrounding. You haven't heard a Devil turned Alpha in the history? That's may never happen like it was hidden, hidden through everyone's understanding!”

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

Angelina read to them and stopped to catch her breath a little. "The four gods really do cause a lot of chaos back then". Susannah said and Mrs. Angelina continued reading. "Devoe can only attack during the day, and that can only happen if he finds a divine soul to possess which will probably be the beginning of doom. If Devoe can overcome the host and they become one body, the divine soul is gone forever and Devoe will have the power to fight both during the day and during the night. His hand must not get to this book". Mrs . Angelina read and stopped. Eddie flipped to the next page and saw the image of a huge beast with two heads, seven tails.

It didn't end well for him as the story progressed. The Pink Devil- The Pink Devil is one of the main antagonist of this story. She is the evil version of Jennifer. She could possess Jennifer at anytime she feels like it and follows her wherever she goes. The Pink Devil is in her mirror, nightmares, when she has Sleep Paralysis, and does what Jennifer is afraid to do. She loves sex and BDSM; she only punishes men who treat women wrong. But it's revealed that The Pink Devil is a personification of Jennifer's father, who was abusive and tormented her. Anytime she thinks about her father, The Pink Devil appears.

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

But somehow, I always pictured a balding old man with a pot belly caused by the cheap whiskey he drowns himself in every night. But I couldn’t be more wrong. The devil isn’t horned or hideous. He’s tall, sculpted, and terrifyingly beautiful. Power clings to him like a second skin beneath the flawless cut of his suit. His face is sharp, symmetrical and too perfect to belong to someone mortal, too perfect for the blood he spills, too perfect for the cruelty he yields, and his icy blue eyes can bring even the bravest man to his knees. A cold prickling sensation erupts over my entire body like a thousand tiny needles stabbing my skin