Devil Kirby Novels & Stories

I watch with glee as blood the color of tar splatters everywhere. Without a thought, I move close to one of the hives and hover my hand over their bodies. The locusts move with my movements but do not attack. Curious, I try it several times with the same results. I’m so entranced by all of the death that I don’t realize Lucifer is behind me until he talks, “What the bloody hell is happening here?” Turning around, I look at him and sneer. I know that I shouldn’t be acting this way, but something inside me refuses to care. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the devil.”

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

"Speaking of best friends, when was the last time the devil visited you? I haven't heard from him in a while." "You know how he is. Only ever comes when there is a special invitation. He is nearly invisible. I miss him though." "Who's the devil?" "Ohh. He's the third best friend. We are friends. We call him that because of his dark aura. But don't worry, he's harmless." That did sound like someone she knew but after Lucien said he was harmless. She decided not to put so much thought in it. She was probably overthinking. Lucien placed a hand on her shoulders. "You okay, darling?"

"The three of you should bow in my presence and kiss my feet if I demand it." Sarn, the glorious purple dragon laughed the loudest. "I'll tell you what. If you can defeat us, we'll bow and I'll even kiss your dirty, smelly feet." His tail made a grand sweep and Laryn's mammoth head lowered to avoid it. "Yeah make us," Bastian mocked. Fire showed in his blue gaze as he challenged me.

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

The man pointed out to Asher. He looked over at the huge cat with the sudden realization that Kir, our mysterious princess, is actually the demonic beast in front of him, currently fighting with the man that was attempting to tear his throat out moments ago. ‘Alright, so our princess is some kind of shifter, I bet the boss will love to hear this info.’ He thought to himself. The fight continued until two more men entered the forest, one tackling Kir and the other tackling the man. The man that Kir referred to as Roo settled down first and walked over to Kir, whispering something into her ear before she also seemed to settle down.

Something he could definitely learn to do. We decided to stay for a little longer so I could spend time with my parents. Kiran was off in the distance talking with Dex and Ash. They all seemed to be hitting it off well. At one point. They started showing each what they could do I guess, because Kiran's arms were on fire while water was wrapped around Dex's arms. Ash was covered in scales, showing us all he was a hybrid. A wolf and a dragon, so that must mean that Ember is the same.

One held a familiar black card with a red ribbon. Derrick Marshall!! I growled and ripped it open. It reads… Dearest Ryker or should I address you as Luna? I'm surprised to see you on the battleground. Oh my, you are far more skillful than I presume. I wonder how it will be when you face me, your greatest demon. Do me the pleasure and save your energy and strength for our final vendetta. Aha!! don’t bother wasting your precious time tracking me down. I have eyes and ears in the wind. I see it all. I left you another gift, hope you enjoy the pain. Hahaha

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.