Devil Crown Novels & Stories

The wind that swept through Deira carried an omen: The devil had stirred, and the kingdom would soon tremble.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

The more his heart throbbed, the easier and faster it was for Corbin to track it down. As Corbin got to a cave, as if it could hear the pumping heart of the Devil, the orb in his palm stopped floating and glowed brightly before evolving into nothing but air. Corbin beamed and immediately dashed into the cave. And there it was at the extreme. The Golden Heart of the Devil, pumping fast and unsteady with different dark forces surrounding the cave and guarding it. ............. " Well since you have already figured out my name...this is going to be the end for you, Phoenix! " The Devil thundered and immediately, Axion tugged Phoenix behind him and stood like her protective shield against the be

A heartless devil had just arrived. The car door creaked open, and a figure stepped out. The aura he carried spoke of noticeable danger. Dressed in all black, his almost perfectly chiseled features sent fear into those who dared to look. His deep, cold, piercing brown eyes, prominent cheekbones, sharp nose, and well-curved jawline gave him the visage of a demigod who doesn't smile. His V-shaped masculinity was perfect for a devil. Aurelio. Even though he's a devil, that didn't stop some people from having a crush on him.

I knew their names the way everyone knew them: whispered in fear, moaned in fantasies, printed in tabloids that called them immortal gods and ruthless monsters in the same breath. Vincenzo Drakvolk. The tallest. The leader. Amber eyes that burned slow like embers under ash, voice that could command armies or unravel panties with a single syllable. Lorenzo Drakvolk. Gold-eyed devil with a smirk that promised sin, hands that looked made for breaking things—or making them beg. Valentino Drakvolk. The quiet one. White hair like fresh snow on a grave, silver eyes that never blinked when they decided something belonged to them. The one they called the devil not because he was cruel, but because he

“I hope you know what you're doing. Because if this goes wrong, not only will you have lost Aylin... You'll also have pissed off the Devil.” Roman rested his elbows on the desk, his smile sharp as a knife. “Dominic... I am the Devil.” “I know, that's why I'm telling you... If it goes wrong, even you won't be able to stand yourself...”

A murmur as it turns out from the distance to where their little haven is. “Known with the blood of royalties from the country of Urasia, he is a royal blooded Prince who had everything in his command. He thinks that the world will have to bow in front of him as he will never accept defeat or no as an answer. He perfectly embodies the sin of the devil Lucifer, sin of Pride, Keith Dorincourt.” The angelic voice that is somehow reading the words and identity of the beings like they are all just a bunch of insignificant ones. A delighted expression draws, with the eyes that resembles the ocean and sky.

Really is an extreme drink for straight people like Regi and Jenny. "Have a meal, Miss Jenny. We'll talk casually but surely." Gerand spontaneously rolled his lazy eyes. What Deny said was too ridiculous in his ears. "Oh yes, I will introduce myself first. My name is Deny Felixa. Owner of Felixa Corp in America. I plan to cooperate with this company. I am also Mr. Yosefa's younger cousin." Regi just stared embarrassed at the person who spoke, this was the second time he had heard this. Then it's still the same as before, that person's pretentious face is still visible.

I growled at him, and a thunderclap sounded through the clear night sky. Devon roared before charging towards me. There was only one thing on his mind, and that was to end me. Kael didn't deserve to die. How could I be Alpha Ultima and still be scared of someone like Devon? It proved I still had a long way to go. And I couldn't just let his death be in vain. I was going to destroy Devon, and he was going to pay for all the deaths on his head. Starting now.

It sounded too fierce. "Actually, in addition to Chu the Devil, he is also called Chu the Deceiver and Chu the Ruthless," Flaming Qilin said, "you probably don't know it because you live in seclusion here. Chu the Devil is actually very famous in the outside world. It can be said that everyone has heard of him. If First Presbyter had been living in the outside world, when he knows that he has offended Chu the Devil, there would be only two options for him. Do you know what they are?"