Devil's Tears Novels & Stories

~Samantha~ Purple shot after them like his tail was on fire, barking so loud my ears rang. He circled their legs and the busted markings on the ground like he could smell something we were all missing. “Kids!” I screamed, running so hard my feet barely touched the dirt. “What the hell is wrong with you two?” Devon hit the ground first. One knee down. Diana followed right behind him, shaking like a leaf, tears still wet on her face, but she threw both hands up anyway. Silver light flickered out weak at first, then sparked harder the second it touched the edge of the array.

Mia hissed, barely looking at Hema. Hema sat still, her expression calm—too calm. Her fingers clutched the sides of the chair she sat on, back straight, chin lifted. Her eyes, though blank, had a heaviness to them. As if they had seen too much. She didn’t ask for clarity. She just nodded. From the depths of her purse, Hema retrieved a small glass vial—delicate, almost beautiful. The liquid inside shimmered a pale golden hue, silent and deadly. She rolled it between her fingers like a fragile piece of fate.

I said. Lucian made his way around the front of the bench. I was staring straight ahead so he stopped in front of me. He bent down and I followed him. "You're crying," he said. "I am not," I defended. He touched my face and I realized I was actually crying when he showed me his moist finger. "I didn't even know," I sniffed. "It's alright. People like them have a special place in hell, so you shouldn't worry at all." I stifled a laugh, "How do I know the devil even cares enough to punish them? What if they seek redemption or some other crap?"

It was milky white and translucent with a soft glow around it as it floated in front of Chase. "That's the Nefarious Deity Tear," the old man said in delighted surprise. "Nefarious Deity Tear?" Chase raised an eyebrow. The old man laughed and said, "The effects of the Nefarious Deity Tear might not be as great as the Nefarious Deity Blood, but it's just as valuable. They are treasures of Nefarious Deity Valley. Common disciples would need to exhaust months of skills to get one drop of Nefarious Deity Tear."

All I can do is watch. And it’s torture. Salcom pulls her toward the center of the room where it sits… the real Moon’s Tear . The bottle rests on a pedestal carved from obsidian, its surface smooth but etched with ancient markings that glows faintly, like the sun but not as bright. The Moon's Tear itself is contained in a crystal-clear glass, the liquid inside glowing with an otherworldly light that almost hurts to look at. It’s small, just a vial, really, but it radiates power so immense, so untouchable, it feels like the guards themselves are holding their breath.

Victor spoke aloud, not that he and I needed explaining, but Ayla could hear, unconsciously. The Drops of Tears is a very special flower and is practically extinct, as it was created when Selene was crying and begging Zeus to save Endymion. They have the power of the Goddess herself and can be used in many ways, including to poison or heal any Lycan or Werewolf.

I only use the ones at the main temple to heal but now, I have almost exhausted all of those. Closing my eyes, I removed my gloves and tapped a tiny part of the fountain. It responded with a vibration and a loud hum, the light travelled from the tiny piece to the entire fountain of tears and soon, it began flowing like a real fountain. The sweet melodic sound coming from it soothes my mind and all tensions disappear. Scooping a clearer part of it, I weaved it, my hands as I offered a little prayer to Natalí. Erxi entered with the large earthenware and I poured the tears inside. The tears hardened and turned to the former full green color immediately after it entered the pot. With a soft hum

I knew what was coming next and I anticipated it too. “Open wide for me baby girl, let me bring you pleasure” he said loudly and I found myself setting apart my legs. He took off my shorts as fast as he could and he widened my legs before plopping down between. He increased the tempo of the vibrator before placing it directly on my clit without warning. I screamed as the device came into contact with my pleasure bud and nothing prepared me for the whole feeling that consumed me. I was having a blast with the way the vibrator seemed to be doing its job properly.

Swearing and calling us devils, just makes me smile. “We’re devils, so you should be aware, that devils never stop. Never quit, and don’t burn in the inferno we just walk through it, now speak.” My words taunt him and he nods, he looks like he might puke, or pass out, either isn’t good. “They are using Daisy.” “We know that already!” Calix’s anger grows and the knife swings removing another finger. Ryan screams again, trying to break free, it’s a useless attempt to escape, my restraints aren’t toys.

" She held up a plant whose leaves resembled the ears of a quinpar, a flying horse breed that was native to the kingdoms of Volcaris and Nebulos. "This is called the devil's heart. It is very rare and incredibly dangerous on its own, but once it is combined with aconite and the right spell that Indah is sure you would figure out, the prince would be left in a vegetative state. "More dead than alive, and nobody would be able to detect it. Unlike the aconite, which would only need a scholar or even a level one mage to identify," The priestess continued, her lips spread in a demonic smile.