Devil's Luck Pirates Novels & Stories

“I won’t tear apart this lovely flesh. Become my slave instead, servicing my any request, and I’ll take the vessel you suggest. I’ll even set free your surly progeny. How about it?” A devil’s bargain, dooming me to an eternity of life just as it was under my sire, with the cult of St. Christians taken to even darker new depths of corruption and depravity. “I won’t sign any pact until you’ve bound yourself to that other vessel, and I have proof that Nico is out of the state.” “I can settle for that consolation,” he concedes, toying with my hand. He opens up a line of red across my palm with his nail, pressing it to his lips in gory kiss. “so long as you do sign it.”

Patrick says, he’s the head of the small gang. “I’m Devil you idiot” I reply, why can’t he get my name correctly, why does he always mess it up, it’s not that hard, I’m the Devil, not some lone demon. “Yes, yes, Satan himself,” he says with a smirk, I glared at him, god I hate him. “Why is it my lucky day?” I ask licking my lips. “You got bought!” he says with an evil laugh. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think you got the memo, I’m a loner” I say between gritted teeth.

I looked up to Deacon, reaching him the phone, I started to vomit again. "Hello Ivy." Deacon was calm, almost sounding bored. He was much better at keeping his cool than I was. "Deeeeacon! I miss you." Her excitement seemed genuine. It was funny to me considering he never liked Ivy. He warned me about her constantly. "Ivy, why don't you tell me where you are, save me some time." He kept the same even tone. "Oh, baby, I wish I could." She was trying to sound sweet. I leaned against the wall and looked down at the ground. "What did he say?" Deacon said, his tone changing a bit. "He said if you were a pirate, you would be close. Like Hunter nightshade or some shit." She laughed and yelled somet

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

However, Luca’s next words bring me back to the scene. “I have a deal for you..but in exchange, you’re going to be my mistress.” Those words, those exact words and that glint of hope in drunk me’s eyes. They would become the reason for my problems. “You’re lucky. A deal with the devil is what you need right now.” What? Devil?

“And what was that?” Lisbeth leaned forward, her voice lowering. “A set of coordinates. A coded map. The key to crossing the Devil’s Strait without losing half your crew and your fortune. Impassable waters made passable—at a cost almost no one could match. The profit potential was…” She pinched her fingers together. “Astronomical.” Ayra’s brows drew together. “Why would she even chase something like that if she didn’t want us in the life?” For the first time, Lisbeth’s gaze faltered. “Because by then… they’d realised something. Neither of them—Father with his warmth, Mother with her brilliance—wanted this for their children. Not for me, and... especially not for you.”

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

I quickly threw a robe over Isabella and grabbed her hand. "Come on, Belle! We have to move! Now!" "They found us..." Isabella whispered, terrified. I looked at her, my face set in stone. "They made a mistake coming here today. Because today... they will meet the real Devil." (To be continued...)

From there the mermaids eagerly retrieved their prey and carted him to the sandbar to feed on his fear. "By the time this is over, those pirates are going to beg to be arrested," Devrim realized. He had been under the merfolk's spell. It was not fun. The Emperor finished his task and cleared out the rest of the pirates. His small but tenacious crew had taken out hundreds of pirates already without any loss on their part. That feat in itself seemed impossible. 'Well, we do have some magical help. That has to count for something,' Devrim corrected himself.