Devil's Daughters Name Novels & Stories

His face fills with glee and weird happiness as he looks down at them, “She will be the one that will end the lineage of your blood, she will kill your children and think their blood. Her name is Davina.” The place is then crowded by the loud noises made by the nightlings as they hale the baby. “She is my daughter,” Zephyr smirks.

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member

she said as she made a sinister laugh. “I am the devil’s daughter, Alex. And tonight, you will feel my wrath. And when I am done with you, I will go for your beloved son. I will erase you both completely from Adrian’s memory” she whispered into her face. She kept a hard face as Barabra spoke into her face. “Even if you kill me tonight, you still can’t erase me from Adrian’s memory. I’ve been engraved in his heart, engraved in his memory and his whole life revolves around me!” She said, confidently.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

REIGN “Who the fuck are you?!” She screamed and I smiled, she does have a potty mouth but it sounded sexy coming from her. “How did you get in?” She asked, quickly sitting up and covering her legs with the blanket. “Devinity Avila, daughter of Theo but goes by the name Devinity Mateo.” I watched as she froze, watching me suspiciously. “Who are you?” She spat and I clutched my chest in fake hurt.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

The call had ended without her finishing her sentence. I tried to call back but it was no longer going through as I suddenly felt a sharp sting in my chest. "Lenora!" ((Author's Note)) If you're reading this, I'll like to thank you for coming this far because I don't think I would be able to write this without you. We have come to the end of Book 1 and Book 2 will be released shortly. The title for book two is "Marked By The Devil's Son". Please stay in touch. Thank you and I love you <3.

"Dominixe...?" Dameta chuckled bitterly. "See you again, Papa... I am going to kill you again for the second time around." She smiled menacingly. "I, Dameta, am the seventh daughter of the Moon Goddess, and the Goddess of Time shall return Valerian Leveaux the day before it has all begun." That was the last thing I heard before Dameta grabbed me.

"She claims to be a daughter of....of Aosoth, the Greater Demon." Claims?! "But it's true!" Maddie chimed in, but Celia and Gerold ignored her. Celia turned to the Sword Sisters, who were seated on a small couch in the corner. "The Sword Sisters said so themselves." She said. "Did you not?" "We did, Celia Ravenwood." One of the Sisters spoke up. "But we were not aware it had any consequential value." "And we have had a meeting such as this, discussing the girl, have we not?" Another woman, an Asian in fighting gear, spoke up.

Who are you really, Lucian Devlin? The question burned in my chest. I’d seen the cracks in his armor last night. I’d heard the names—his mother, Liam, Beverley. He was hunted by ghosts I couldn’t yet name, but I knew one thing with certainty: I had to find out who they were if I ever wanted to understand the man who owned me. And maybe… maybe he wasn’t the devil after all. Maybe he was just a man who had already been burned by hell. The thought unsettled me. It almost scared me more than his control did.