Devil's Knot Book Novels & Stories

I ask getting right into it. He smiles shaking his head. “Well, it’s the end of the Devil’s series. The conclusion everyone has been waiting for…” he says softly. My eyes widen. “There won’t be another book after this? I remember the ending of The devil’s daughter. Mia still had to find the holy sword and Goal and Tolk is still trapped in heaven. How could one book be enough to explain all of that?” I ask in shock. I wasn’t expecting this to be the end.

Kimmy nodded her head firmly, looking proud, " I am very sure! There is no CCTV footage or none of them saw me. They can't prove anything. There were no members when I loosened the rope, Kate." The accident was Kate's well planned incident. She observed Janet for a day and came up with the idea of harming her this way. She was pretty much sure that her plan was flawless. Now, it was successful and she felt the thrill of joy in her heart although she wished Janet to get a major injury. Kimmy executed the plan well, diverted the members on time and unknotted the rope. She almost thought that Janet was going to fall over the protection but it didn't happen and she fell straight to the ground. K

Not anymore though, I can't remember the last time I picked a book or entered a library. Nostalgia fills me as I run my hand along the spines of the books. Sweet memories of me and Dimitri hooked up in the library rush to me. while I read, Dimitri would spend the entire time staring at men with the quote "Nothing is more interesting than your face." Back then, Dimitri was still the man I was in love with not this Devil. A familiar golden spine book catches my eyes and I reach out to it instinctively. Suddenly, pain erupts from my shoulder as something slams into me from the side. A whooshes out of my lungs as I am knocked down.

For as long as she’d let him be. Let it be forever. **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Ice and Vixen’s story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Moon’ (The Road Devils MC #6), Cole and Nala’s story, is the next book in the series and it will be published here on GoodNovel very soon. If you would like to know when it's published, please check on my website for updates: www.marysoljamesromance.com

“Some of the rituals require your wolf form. If you can’t shift, you don’t deserve to be Luna. That is why I brought her. Serena will take over.” Darius’s jaw tightened. “You can’t make that decision for me, Mother. I chose Lyra. You don’t get to replace her.” He paused, then a slow, dangerous smirk curved his mouth. “You’ll keep your deal—with both of them. Whoever fucks you better and makes you come harder gets to stay and finish the rituals.” His mother’s face darkened with rage. “You can’t be serious, Darius.” “You can’t back out of a deal, Mother. You made it yourself yesterday.”

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

For the first time in days, there was no weight on my chest. Then Zane and Nate appeared on the ridge. “Alpha!” Zane called. We both stood quickly. Zane and Nate approached, looking serious. “We found something,” Nate said, holding up a book, “There’s no doubt now. The pattern left at the dungeon? It’s Devil’s teleportation magic.” “According to this,” Zane added, “To use teleportation like that, the Devil would’ve needed something personal. Hair, blood, a personal item—something to anchor the spell.”

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

”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.