Devil Hs Novels & Stories

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

He really couldn't stand it anymore when he had to be silent while watching his own boss like this. Dhava, 57 years old and never married in his life. He looked at the figure of a man who he knew was his son's personal secretary. The little boy he had adopted became his son. Dhava seemed to be aware, he looked at Damian who had grown up. Kneeling in front of him in his torn clothes. He suddenly let go of the whip in his hand. He looked at Damian as well as Joshua. Then the figure of a girl who looked at him with a horrified look. Dhava's head hurts when he sees the girl, he immediately leaves the room. Leaving them without a word.

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

The only daughter of the Devianna clan, an elite vampire clan, and a trusted official in the ranks. Slowly, images of their interactions, which are mostly sex, came into his mind. He remembered that she was one of the girls he often had sex with when he wanted to relieve his anger and stress. It’s not because he likes her or what. He made sure not to involve emotions when he fuck other vampires before. Sure, he enjoyed the sex, but it didn’t mean anything to Heli. It’s just that: sex. No more, no less.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

Danger bell rang inside her head. World War III. Shit. ******

Davina's POV: The early morning silence of the unfamiliar space was a stark contrast to the pulsating bass and forced laughter of the Devil's Club, a silence I desperately clung to, a brief respite from the sensory assault of my new reality. My fingers flew across the worn keys of my laptop, driven by a desperate need for information, for any leverage against the man who now controlled my life and, by extension, the lives of my family. "Ezra De Luca" glowed starkly in the search bar.

The Deathbringers was a pack led by an incredibly powerful leader—Alpha Kane, but everyone called him the Devil Alpha. It was rumoured that his eyes were pitch black during transformation, a color that no Alpha had ever had. Some said he got it by making a deal with the devil while others claimed he was the devil. I agree with the latter. He had to be the devil, believing otherwise would mean that there was something worse than him out there. That in itself, was a more terrifying thought.

But when she returned to her room, she found a small black box sitting on the table. Curious, she hesitated before lifting the lid. Inside was a sleek headset—an advanced AI-driven VFX device. Hema’s brows furrowed. What was this? Before she could question it further, the door opened, and Zayden walked in. Their eyes met. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his gaze—something calculating. “Put it on,” he said. Hema frowned, stepping back slightly. “What is this?” Zayden didn’t answer. Instead, he took the device and stepped toward her, his movements slow but deliberate.