Devil Oc Novels & Stories

He resembled an opposite version of Hiro, yet exactly as handsome as him. “He is responsible for any military and force actions. He is a level 5, the same as you. The boss values him a lot, he's an excellent fighter, intelligent, vicious… and has every possible symptom to be called a sociopath. Be wary of him,” she disclosed. That was the second person telling me something similar. I started feeling quite nervous at the thought of meeting that guy. Melisa must have noticed my restlessness and smiled to relax me a bit. “Don't worry too much… he is a guy above all, and you are pretty. I will teach you, how to use it right,” she grinned viciously, “Now, let's move to the other one…” she pointed

“Nice to meet you. I am your father, Valac.” There was no denying it, this man was my father. He had the same raven hair as I did, the same almond shaped eyes. Though his eyes seemed to almost glow a deep crimson red that had me entranced. I had never seen eyes like his before. All I could focus on were his eyes. I couldn't remember what I had come here for or what I had been thinking. The intense red glow had me paralyzed. I couldn't move or speak, all I could do was stare into the red light right in front of me. I felt a haze begin to form in my mind everything around me seemed to fade as if there were nothing in the world but me and those eyes. I wondered what made them so red, maybe that

Devora has two personalities, one is like a sweet girl who loves Jin very much, and the other is the cold blooded assassin who doesn't follow Jin's orders. Devora in her assassin mode sealed Jin's acupoint so Jin was paralyzed. Devora successfully sit on top of Jin and enjoyed the desire of her flesh, while she was under the drug and her other persona, and on the other hand, Jin was paralyzed because his acupoint was sealed. Devora didn't remember that she did such a thing.

So Almighty has a great hand in this. When evil goddess planned he played it in another way by bringing that family at the correct time in that spot. I am hoping that all will end in good way anyway... Dear,,, if you weren't there l might become a cause for that hybrid's death and might become a reason for the destruction of whole world. lf you weren't there l might be a person who will be more evil than cactus. Thanks god! for making my vampire friend immortal. Otherwise we didn't get a chance to know all this like the witch Cactus...", said the old werewolf with weeping.

Shaking his head in disappointment, “And we do not accept weak in our pack,” “I Torian Valon hereby reject you, Maya Black to be my mate,” he finished. A retching pain tore through me as though my soul was being sucked right out of me, a shrill scream echoed as I held my chest. Tears stayed down my cheeks as the energy in me was drained. “And I hereby banish you for making an attempt on the future alpha of the crimson blood pack,” a smirk stretched across his face as my eyes widened in fear. He couldn't do that?

She must not care about getting out of here in one piece! "You wretched woman, how dare you...," Marcus snarled, grabbing Serena's wrist. "You're nothing but trash, already used up by my uncle. I wouldn't even bother with leftovers like you!" Serena remained unfazed. "If I'm so beneath you, then why don't you let go?" Wayne, fueled by the alcohol, had his judgment clouded by that slap. "I'm not letting go, so what are you gonna do about it?” "Marcus, do you want to lose that hand of yours?" Damien's lazy voice drifted over from the direction of the stairs. His tone was calm but carried a hint of warning.

Gbam! In a split second, Sebastian turns to towards the left side of the road, his jaw drops, and his brain halts in that very second. That very second as his eyes catches sight of a black SUV racing from the other end of the road. He has no time to think, no time to press the brakes if that is even what he should do. The strong black military grade car collides with his sending a wave of pain through the colliding metal into his left side before swinging him like a table tennis ball into a haphazard glass shattering motion.

The fitted tunic that hugged his body accentuated his lean physique showcasing the fluid lines of his muscles. “My queen, I'm Devon Leo, a witch and vampire hybrid. Your humble servant is here to pay my respects to you,” he said in that strange voice of his as he knelt, bowing to me. “A witch?” My eyes took him in, marvelling when his red hair changed to black. “How the hell did you do that?!” I gasped, watching as it changed back to red. He looked up, smiling. Once more, his beauty took my breath away. The man has fucking dimples.

Devon stood near the stairwell door. He wasn't a ghost. He wasn't a memory. He was wearing a black suit that fit him like a second skin, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. His hair was windblown, his skin pale, but his eyes—those icy grey eyes—were burning with a fire that could scorch the earth. He took a step forward. “You ruined mine both on the earth and in hell.” I couldn't speak. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I just stared, shaking.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa