Devil's Lock Hair Novels & Stories

He got hold of his sanity only when Sarah’s back knocked against the door and she gasped. Suddenly Devlin let go of her wrist. His hand flew to the scalp of her head and he thrust his fingers in the mass of her hair, cupping her nape. His mouth gentled on her, tasting her lips as if they were nectar, holding her head immobile by his hands in the silky softness of hair.

They could tell by her tone that she wasn't a fan of Lycans. Devon, who was already on the edge, lurched forward and held the neck of the woman. His eyes had started to fluctuate again. He was trying so hard for his wolf to stay in because he knew his wolf would rip her to shreds and that might delay them from finding Alice. “Where is she!” Devon said in an enraged tone and the woman didn't give Jim the response he wanted. There was a smile on her face even though it was turning paler with each passing second.

Suddenly, the goat-headed devil is in pain and grabs his tail. “DAMN YOU! HUMAN BRAT! EEEAAHHH” The devil’s claws suddenly became longer. The goat-headed devil is starting to get frustrated and attack Abelard with his claws wildly. Abelard does not lose, his sword dance gracefully. The Devil’s hooves and Abelard’s sword collide with each other.

the one beside him whispered, voice wary. “Like who?” “Like… uhm. The gladiator. You know… the devil’s little sister.” They all glanced back at Lylah, who was scratching her head as if they had just disturbed her sweet night’s sleep. The leader scoffed. “If I recall correctly, the devil’s little sister has long twin braids of hair. Besides, didn’t you hear? She’s dead.”

In her eyes, I was less desirable already. Testing the zip ties on my wrists, I realized I wouldn't be able to break them unless I shifted. I drew my knees up to pluck at the rope wrapped around my ankles, but my fingers weren't strong enough to take the knots apart. I was as helpless as all the other women lining the hallway to the door of what had to be The Devil's Lair. The heavy wooden door looked solid and intact which surprised me more than it should have. I knew The Devil was supposed to be chained in his chambers. He was said to savage some of the virgins offered to him. He couldn't be too violent behind such a beautiful door, right?

They really look like her as if they are really blood relatives. Dev put down the tray on the table beside the bed, her brows furrowed as she tried to inspect her stomach. She then glanced at Hellion’s face who were looking foolishly at her. She then held out her hands and touched the horns on her head. Dev: “…!” Hellion gaped as she squeezed the black horns. Why does she has this horns while the two hasn’t? Dev grunted as she tried to pull away from her grip. Hellion instantly let go of her horn and blinked.

“They are not yours, they are Devon's.’’ I decided to be straight. “And you expect me to believe you just like that?’’ He tried to sound sarcastic, but I could still sense the smoking panic in his voice. He could not contain the thoughts that they were not his fruits. “Look in the envelope, you may have forgotten something.’’ I nodded my chin at the waiting envelope. With doubts in his eyes as he stared into mine, he slowly reached for it. His shaky hands didn't seize to capture my notice. He searched in it and dug out some hairs in two transparent packs. “That is Devon's hair and that's the kids’ hair. Devon managed to get it somehow and took it to the lab. That is the result you have just

Ginger haired Emily Hurst looked comical with her mouth hung open and hands in the air, she was obviously about to yell out something. I was only half surprised when he materialized out of thin air half a second later. This was the first time I had met the devil in daylight and I felt the hairs on my skin stand erect at his sight. His pale white skin looked almost yellowish, like someone suffering from a rare skin disease and his long dreadlocks looked even more tangled than usual. Only this time, I noticed a tattoo of a big, black cobra at his collarbone which extended all the way to his neck.

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

He finally lifted his head up and she could see his eyes which were red due to the effect of what he had been smoking. He moved his hand to her hair and pulled off the band, allowing the hair to flow down her back and face. “When going out to do something, you shouldn’t tie your hair.” He said, swirling the band with his finger’s tip. “Why?” She asked in curiosity. Without replying, he stood from the bed, walked to his locker and took two tiny earbuds from there. When he got back to her, he squatted in front of her, tucked her hair backward and fixed the bud in her right ear. When he was about to do the same for the left, she held his hand, stopping him.