Devil Queen Novels & Stories

Vallezarii would be unseated and dragon blood would rule the land. Hegi watched her make her way to the bed where she crawled on it, the gold chains holding the cloth together parted to reveal her bare body. She didn’t seem to care. Emboldened by the knowledge that she, a dragon descendant, commanded a beast, she went to sleep with a smile on her face. She was disturbed in the early hours of the morning by the sound of running feet, the horn of alarm, and the tolling of the bells. They pealed once, twice.

She asked in a childish way "Watch your fucking mouth" I warned him. He scoffed, standing up "Fuck this, you call me back when you're done getting your dick wet and got some sense" he said, signalling for his men to follow him as they began leaving "He called me a whore..." she frowned again, I hated it when she frowned. She moved her eyes back on me and smiled, as if she'd just had a light bulb moment "Shoot him sugar" she asked sweetly I smiled back, pulling her in to kiss me as I raised my gun from the table, swiftly shooting Chaol in the back of the head.

He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake.

"Turns out it is true what they say; a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill." Xerxes was not amused. "I apologize." His lips turned down in displeasure, a shadow of regret passing over his features. Daemon waved off the apology. "Are you sleeping better now?" "I am truly sorry, Daemon," Xerxes repeated, the guilt plain in his voice. "Take a hint, old man. I am trying to change the subject here.” Daemon said, dryly. "Are those nightmares still plaguing you?" Xerxes sighed, nodding reluctantly. "I do not mind. Better to stay awake than to relive those moments. So, who is she? The female you fed from? The one who quenched your thirst?"

Because it just dawned on me that this is not my innocent Catalina. Maybe at one point, she was the woman I'd imagined her to be but not anymore. For someone to be so at ease with a dead body beneath them means this isn't their first, second, or even third time to kill. She's done it before. A part of her even enjoys doing it. This is who she is. She's the she-devil.

Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno. Yet, there was an aura about Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis

The war came faster than blood dries. By the third dawn after the blood moon feast, the eastern horizon bristled with torches. Queen Isolde Valcour—mother to the dead princess, widow of a hundred battles—had not waited for confirmation. She had felt the bond sever, felt her daughter’s soul ripped from flesh, and she had answered with steel and starvation.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

The Russians have done things far worse than we have. Especially Semion aka the devil. He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month. His precious daughter. He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and searching for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.

She didn't hesitate to swipe right and walked toward the exit. I watched the dancers and gently placed the cup on the table. One woman caught my attention, she wore a colourful mask, she danced near the DJ, her hands brushing his shoulders as she twerked on stage. “Wow, that's impressive.” My hands slightly covered my mouth. The bartender handed me another drink. “That's Lily,” he said. “You know her?” He nodded. “She is a popular dancer, she never shows her face.” I turned to watch her move. She turned back to the crowd. I saw a tattoo on her waist. It was a specific design.