Devil's Arithmetic Novels & Stories

Diana was still in the white gown that she wore in the tower, but from her face to her body she had turned more towards the demonic side. Terrified, a few soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt. “Who did this…” Diana mumbled gruffly. “Why the hell did you stop your attacks, prince Devon?” Vidar said. “Finish them! End them here! Can’t you see? She is a demoness. The warmonger. The filthy blood that has brought destruction to this world. Kill them both!” Devon looked even more confused from Vidar’s comment, but he didn’t attack. “Fine! I will do this myself!” Vidar snatched the gun from Devon’s hand and incessantly shot at Diana, but Zephyr threw himself in the middle.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

"You won't get a single blood from me," Arth said as he unsheathed Frostcalibur, facing six, armed demons. They had muscled bodies with rough burnt skin, wide wings, and long tails. Their armors screamed in black metal, their capes burning red. One of them was dressed in a dark purple cloak, with a long staff in his hand. The others were armed with dual machetes.

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.

Arthur’s strength faded as his body felt numb. Oliver laughed, seeing Arthur in pain, he stretched his claws preparing to destroy Arthur's face when something powerful lunged at him, throwing him off Arthur's body. Arthur's eyes fluttered open as he tried calling out to the person that helped him…Ava. But his mouth was too weak to open. Ava stood in the middle of the battlefield, her red eyes glowing amidst the dust, dark veins pulsed under her skin. The devil Alpha was in control. "You touched what’s mine,” Ava growled. “No one touches him except me.”

And standing at the heart of this hellish scene was Aric. He gripped the sword, its blade stained with blood, emitting a sinister, dim glow. Aric’s expression was chillingly cold, his features sharp and unyielding like they had been carved from stone. His deep, unwavering eyes held no trace of mercy as if this massacre were nothing more than a routine task.

He was banished from his father’s land and left to roam the streets. Five years later, Alpha Archer is called the devil alpha, with a wickedly strong pack to show for it. When Lila comes into his life, Archer feels things he never thought possible. Bought at an auction and intended to be a mere slave, she soon becomes the one thing he never thought he could have: love.

A little girl with dark hair and big eyes, smiling at the camera. He held it up so Matteo could see it clearly. "Where is she?" Vito asked, his voice calm and cold. Matteo's eyes went wide. "I don't kno–" Before he could finish the sentence, Vito's fist landed square on his nose. The crack was loud in the small room. "Fuck!" Matteo screamed, his head snapping back. He tried to twist away from the pain, but the ropes kept him in place. Blood poured from his nose, running down his chin and dripping onto his shirt.

The creature shrieked. But it did not retreat. It cackled loudly. A voice echoed from its core, familiar and evil. The eldest elder. “You thought you dealt with us already?” the voice sneered. “You thought the child was yours?” Arias' blood ran cold. The Devourer lunged at Aria again, smashing through her shield with full force. Aria screamed as she was thrown backwards, slamming back first into a pillar. Far away, Dax felt the bond flare violently.