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After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

Energy whips through me, crackling over my skin and churning my blood as I chant silently into the night. “What…?” Amos gasps. His hands loosen around my neck. Greedily sucking in the heavy night air, I take the opportunity to speak the incantation aloud. The syllables slide out in a coarse whisper, echoing across the water in terse ripples. “​​From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.”

“You thought you could what, beat her into a pulp she’s too useless to use? Your backstabbing hero backstabbed you as well. The best doctor in the city and it’s only a matter of time before her bones completely heal and my last phase will fall into place.” Their father looks past Devlin’s shoulder towards me as I awkwardly climb out of the tub, my clothes clinging to my body in a cry for help. My lips tremble like a leaf despite having heated the water with my body, and my feet are numb I can barely feel the pain in my soles. “Vessel of mercy.” He stands up and comes toward me. “I warned you. He doesn’t have the best intentions.” “And you do?” “I have been ruling hell for centuries. What mak

His smirk faltered, disbelief flashing in his eyes before his body crumpled to the ground. Damian exhaled, his grip on his gun tightening. His hands were steady. His choice had been made. I reached for him, fingers lacing through his. "Let’s finish this." He squeezed my hand. "Together." And then, we burned the enemy’s empire to the ground. --- As we moved deeper into the enemy’s stronghold, the corridors twisted into a maze of death and destruction. The sounds of gunfire and shouts echoed through the halls, but nothing compared to the silence that fell when we reached the central chamber.

“What’s going on Legion?” “There is a problem downstairs.” “What?” “The Burning Devils President Pyro is down there looking for you Angel.” They both looked to me, but what the hell should I tell them.

If Gerand uses fire, then Regi will use water. Olan by moving in the back and slowly that's the water weapon Regi will be using. Whatever happened, it was clear that Regi would not just be crushed. Regianis, for the sake of the person who gave birth to her in the world, for that too she will continue to move! Gerand was the one who made Regi think evil of that person. Gerand's treatment of thinking that he was a consumable item made Regi's common sense disappear, replaced by various evil plans.

I chose to skip the entire lesson of DeVille's class, I don't want to be in the same room with him. I am afraid. So, I go to the library to wait for the next hour. I take a germany-novel and take the furthest single seat with big window which allow me to enjoy the main garden's scenery. The more I try to consentrate reading the book, the more restless I be-I can't keep my mind out of HIM. Mr. DeVille or Blaze. Who is his real identity?

A vial with a tiny drop of black liquid tumbled down from a lax hand and stumbled across the dirt until it too fell back into hell where it came from. The black and blood red magic hovering above the crack, waiting to be called upon, swooped in to curl around Dean arm the moment he raised his ring-laden hand. He peeled his eyes back open as he swallowed the vile-tasting liquid on his tongue and shuddered from the darkly electrifying sensation of devil blood entering his system.

ALMA My body burned for him. Every inch of my body that his hand touched was on fire. His lips on mine drove me insane. Lord, I was so attracted to this man. His eyes went cold and dark as he stared intently into mine after telling him I didn’t want him. “You are only allowing this because you think I’ll rape you?” I swallowed against my throat and nodded. “Yes.” Even the devil knew I was lying. I badly wanted him. My pussy was pulsing fiercely in anticipation. I wanted him to fill me up. But wanting him was all shades of wrong, and I refused to admit that. So, I’d rather lie to him.

Attention: This book is the direct continuation of the book "Protected by the Devil", be sure to read the other book first. Thank you! ~~~ It was as if I was looking into the eyes of death. The place didn't have the smell or the heat of hell. It was strangely normal. Like an autumn afternoon in the human world. It wasn't cold, but it was windy, and it wasn't heated, although an orange light appeared between the clouds in what could be a late afternoon.