Devil's Tea Table Novels & Stories

Lady Camille looks even more impressed by Leni. We sit at the conference table and go through the formalities of a tea service as a show of gratitude to the Coven Mother for helping us. Delilah adds a tincture that turns the tea into a fragrant herbal blend that even Ghost is happy to sip on. She tells us it will help us relax for the conversation. Leni takes the tiniest sip and sets the cup down politely.

The High Solar did not smell like a royal chamber; it smelled of cold rain, crushed charcoal, and the dry, iron tang of an old vault. Devon stood in the center of the vast expanse of black volcanic glass, his hands bound by heavy steel cuffs that dragged down his wrists. He did not look at the four Royal Guards standing at his flank with ready execution spears. He kept his eyes fixed on the man sitting behind the petrified white wood table.

With the tray in my hand, I walked toward them, and offered, “A warm cup of tea for the weather.” The verenda fell silent and the breeze could be heard as they were hesitant to take the tea from the tray. “You can have it,” I said. “A warm welcome from me to y’all,” I added and a hiss followed, taking me aback. “We don’t need anything from you, little witch,” one of the men spat out to me. “Excuse me!” I exclaimed. “You don’t have to be rude Devon,” one of the uniformed men cautioned him. A man whose name is apparently Devon.

Nora would ever attack those who didn’t attack her first and when they did, she would return them ten folds. Reyna reminded herself to remain calm. Just a bit longer and the bitch will have to face her doom. “All right, If you won’t apologize you only have yourself to blame then.” With that, she hastily pulled up the slush from the table and splash it on them. However, Nora saw it coming and was a step ahead of her. With her reflexes, she gripped Reyna’s wrist and twisted it such that the entire slush got spilled on the latter instead. Tanya and others immediately stepped back, but a portion of the drink had already splattered on them.

He said softly. The music finally ended and Mia walked away from him, curtsying and exiting the room. She breathed in the night air, trying to calm her heart. 'Damn you, you bloody cursed man!' she cussed the Grand Duke, or rather The Devil. "I know I'm cursed." The devil spaidand Mia jumped, looking around, her hand on her chest. Radna couldn't help but look at her hand, just above her cleavage. Mia had a much larger bust than Lily. In fact, he couldn't even remember Lily very well...

"Recommend that his name is Jeremy, he is an OB employee. We will make an egg and meat martabak. Then there is rice and bread here, right? Ah yes, there are still meat supplies, right!?" "Gosh, you're so excited, Miss Jenny," Jeremy said, chuckling softly. What they saw at that time was a demon-possessed jenny. It was so fast that he was looking for a supply of meat until the table creaked his head. "We have to quickly find out, aish..., why is this a table so not understanding!?" "Ha ha ha." Regi's laughter was heard which immediately made Jeremy join in. It is true, why does that person even act funny and angry at inanimate objects.

Dangerously calm. His assistant nodded cautiously. “Before the auction. Likely by the handlers.” “And after,” he added. Lucas’s lips curled slightly. Not in a smile. But in something darker. They thought they could damage his property without consequence? His free hand clenched at his side. The tablet creaked beneath the pressure of his grip. “They’ll pay,” he said. Almost to himself. He wasn’t called the King of Darkness for nothing. Moments later the man was dragged into a secluded underground chamber. Cold. Damp. And echoing with dread.

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.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

Possessed. I walked straight to the table and flipped it. Plates shattered. Wine exploded across the floor like blood. Men shouted, scrambling back. Devon didn’t move. Just watched me, lips parted, pupils blown wide. “Out,” he said quietly. No one moved. One councilor found his voice. “Alpha, what is this? Why is the Omega here dressed like a—” Devon’s glare cut him dead. The man shut up. I smiled sweetly. “Embarrassed, Alpha? Afraid they’ll see what you really do with your toys?”