Devil's Lock Hair Novels & Stories

Then she kneaded the oil into my head and clustered it into a low ponytail, bringing a few strands of hair to rest on either side of my face. “Now there you have it, an attention seeking hair,” she murmured as she moved away from me. I smiled at her through the mirror and after looking at me for a moment, the witch huffed and looked away. I smiled more. She was not the first person who seemed pissed about the color and length of my hair. It was obviously the best part of the Demon Lord’s royal dynasty. The silver and lengthy hair ran in the blood of all demon dynasties, which is why the children of demon Lords had their share of wild hairs. However, I did not think mine came from the dynasty

This one on his forehead cuts clean through his eyebrow, before continuing a cruel path under his eye and ending somewhere near his cheekbone. This devil’s jawline is an angular shaped thing that belongs in a geometry textbook. So carved, so prequel in its form. What is his hair? A pattern of black, so sinister in its colour, tied in two braids and left resting somewhere near his neck against skin that’s the colour of sun-baked sand.

Someone was sniffing on my bed, or rather, on my hair. With further more concentration, I registered an arm laying over my stomach. Then I felt the tiniest movement from my right, as if some creature was nuzzling my neck. Slowly, cautiously, I opened my eyes and narrowed them at the arm that was still holding me. When the arm didn't move itself from my point of vision, I trailed my eyes up the arm and shifted slightly, coming face to face with a devil who was sniffing my hair in his sleep. My eyes narrowed further. This particular devil looked cute, at least he did in his sleep, with his long eyebrows fanning his cheeks and his lips pursed like a baby. But that did not mean he could sleep ne

the Devil looked back at his unconscious Angel whose eyes were closed now because of the effect of the medicine. The Devil took a handful of the red vermillion and put it on the mid-center of her hair partition. The devil heard loud gasps but didn't pay any attention to anyone. Neil heard a whistling sound and he smirked because he knew only Beast could dare to 'step in' in his moment. "Now, is it Okay?", Devil asked and priest didn't want to get kill by them so he nodded his head in agreement and took a relief breath when Devil's gaze returned away from him.

She clutched the single strand of his hair and made a heart-shaped and showed it to him. “You love to tangle my hair with knots?” Dev asked her while titling his head in a random direction to get the gist of what she made of his hair. “What’s that mean?” “Oh stupid me, I forget the fact that you are a beast who can do only magic,” She poked at her head with her palms. The word ‘beast’ provoked Dev’s ego to hit his brain, yet he listened to her curious explanation. “This is heart. This shape is called a heart.”

sound. Looking at her cut hair scattered on the ground, Arista froze in shock. Her long, beautiful black strands spread across the floor like peacock tails. He sat down, pulling his dark hair to the sides and smirking, "Well, you forgot already? Now you're in my hands." Devil! A crazed, sinister, insane, and heartless demon! Arista almost knelt, heartbroken at the sight of her cut hair covering the floor. It took her a while to remember that she needed revenge on the culprit! She glared at Levi fiercely, shouting, "You haven't seen the end of me!"

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?

Once, twice, and the third time I broke loose from the cage with all my strength and then I was out to pounce at her—the embodiment of my rage. My claws stretched high as though aiming for her face and she… she moved back in fear, tripping to the ground like she had seen the devil. Well, technically I was THE DEVIL.