Devil's Bleeding Crown Lyrics Novels & Stories

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

Aunt and other Lycan leaders did the same, then finally me. She cut my hand, and I bled into the bowl filled with blood. She dropped the golden bowl on a table, and she closed her eyes, performing magic. The blood came out of the bowl, and I watched as they twirled to my crown. The blood was around my crown, and then it was gone. I looked at the crown, which was just a plain gold crown before, but now there are red gems on it, but it’s not gems; it’s mixed blood. This is to remind me of my promise whenever I wear the crown. She carried the crown, and I closed my eyes as she walked to me. The song increased, and the atmosphere changed as she placed the crown slowly on my head. My heart beat l

A crown of shadow floated over my head. The Crown whispered through me. This is justice. Heat spread under my skin. Not warmth. Power. Dark and intoxicating, rushing through my blood like wine after starvation. The red roots around my arm became silver. The pain dulled. Then disappeared. The village returned in fragments. Smoke. Screams. Cassian shouting my name. Damien’s face above the square. The Crown whispered again. Take it. Make them kneel. All of them. My fingers curled.

I cursed as pain exploded through me, but I still raised my arm and took that bastard’s head with a clean shot between the eyes. I landed on the marble floor, bleeding and she fell to her knees beside me, sobbing, pressing her hands against my wound. "Doom! Dante, please stay with me." I gritted my teeth, my vision blurry, and gave her a smirk. "He ruined my damn suit." "You are bleeding too much... oh god, oh god..." Victor ran in. "We are clear." He said just as I felt my consciousness fade. But even as the pain dragged me down, I curled my bloodied fingers into hers and whispered. "Don’t cry, princess. You will ruin your makeup." And then darkness.

Madeus had to join the song that was soon becoming a singable tune and a breath of fresh air on the island with just his brothers and no calculators or the world stock market briefs, "On the fourth day of Christmas, my Devil brothers gave to me, an idea not to waste money. From today onwards, I refuse to give a billion-dollar loan to anybody." Belphegor crashed the party with a rap verse, "On the 5th day of Christmas, my Devil brothers gave to me, any kind of meat, 'cause I'm really starving. If I don't get what I want, you should all sleep with one eye open!" Baal inserted himself next with a drumbeat, "On the 6th day of Christmas, my Devil brothers gave to me, more noise than usual. I don'

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

His screams of pain sound musical. It’s not enough. He needs to bleed more. He needs to feel more pain. “This…this is what you…really are,” he groans, going down on all fours. Blood flows from his mouth in a steady stream, pooling under him. His eye cuts to me. He’s still smiling. “You’re a fucking monster Vincent. A devil. You put…you put our father in this same hospital. Beat him within an inch of his life. And now you’re doing same to me,”

He mulled it over, then whispered, "Alright, you're in. Just remember the deal: $2,500 a month, cash. Bail early, and you don't see a dime. And if trouble comes knocking, this place doesn't exist, got it?" "Got it." That night, I claimed my spot in the staff dorm, a six-bunk stinkhole, where mold wrestled with the stench of cheap cologne, all under the watchful grind of an old fan. However, it was my fortress of solitude, bought and paid for by me. Come morning, my dad's henchman sniffed me out and ratted to the old man. Dad's voice thundered through the phone, "Put Harriet on!"