Devil Crown Novels & Stories

But Alina’s determined stare left him no choice but to answer. “The ‘Devil’,” he said slowly, “is a man feared by everyone. They say he came straight from the darkest parts of hell, a man with a face as beautiful as Adonis, yet more dangerous than any enemy. His voice is deep and enticing, like an angel’s whisper… but his smile can freeze your heart and make you feel like you’re standing at death’s door.” Alina swallowed hard, curiosity and dread mixing in her chest. “What’s his name?” she asked softly.

The darkness of the cave was heavy, cold, and suffocating. Devon stood over Elena, his clawed hands raised, his eyes burning with a psychopathic gold light that turned the stone walls into a nightmare. He looked like a rabid beast ready to tear her to pieces for her betrayal. But as he took a final step forward, intending to drag her back out into the freezing blizzard as a hostage, Elena’s body completely locked up.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

Suddenly, a presence invaded his senses, a distinct feeling that someone was watching. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of caution and curiosity. "Well, well, aren't you perceptive," a playful voice chimed in, as a captivating figure materialized before him. Emine, the Devil Queen, observed him intently, her gaze fixated on the files strewn across his desk. "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Emine, the enigmatic Devil Queen. And I have a proposition for you: cancel your deal with Aiden Clark."

I hope to see Calvin soon, I know Eva would surely take care of him. To evade suspicion and being noticed, I changed to a maid and changed my appearance to look ugly to avoid attention. I would totally fit in with my new nature. As a maid, it was easy to get information from inside but it would be difficult to get close to Devon. The Lycan blood pack is now in a state of unrest because of Devon's manipulation while everything on his side was at peace. The goddess being a spirit that stands on the side of light while Devon stands on the side of darkness. Her celestial name is Devon, no one knows this except her children who are on the dark side. One of them was Susanna, my mother , who had dr

He stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt open at the collar. He looked infuriatingly calm. Ronan Blackwood I've been too shocked to recognise him last night but now - fuck! Ronan Blackwood the rumoured devil. I had no idea if I should scream or just laugh because how the hell did I end up with the devil himself? “You had no right,” I said, my voice low, hard. “I saved your life.” he responded calmly. “You took it.” I marched toward him, heat burning through my chest. “You didn’t ask. You didn’t give me a choice. You just—scooped me up like I was some damsel who needed a knight.”

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Zachary fumed and looked straight in her eyes that were gleaming with mirth. “I am not going to let you or this pauper destroy my kingdom” Delphyne gritted and then looked at Diana who was trying hard to stifle her cries, “Listen and better ingrain this in your mind witch, we are devils. We hate you and your entire fucking community. Heaven was once ours and soon we are gonna snatch it back from you. You better start counting your days because they won’t last long.” Diana gasped in horror. Zachary also stared at his mother incredulously, “THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT??”

He snapped a couple of pictures, and then he sat on the bed. “So what now? Should I get dressed?” He stared at me. His brown eyes looked dark and evil. “Yes, you should," he replied coldly. I watched as his fingers ran over the buttons of his phone. Who the hell was he texting? “What's wrong?” I quickly got dressed. He did not answer me. “Pebbles, are you in there? Open the fucking door!” What the fuck was the devil doing here? Chris got up and opened the door. “I'm sorry," he whispered as he left me alone to confront the devil.

Devil! I dressed in the mirror. There are additional red stains on my skin, a lot. The last time he saw he only had one kiss mark on his neck, the result of Blaze's bite on my neck where he had once bit me. Now I have more than seven of those red spots, mostly on my neck area. ###