Devil's Tears Novels & Stories

’ he wondered. If Zhang Jue refused to help Darryl, it would be too late once Jack gains complete control of the situation. Darryl was flustered because he felt his internal energy in his energy field was showing signs of disorder under the strong poisonous attack. Soon, he would lose the ability to hold on. ‘F*ck, what the hell is this poison? Why is it so powerful?’ Darryl wondered. He was supposed to be immune to many types of poison. He had no idea the highly poisonous Devil’s Tear was not from The Nine Continents but from the Ghost World.

His jaw set, and his furious face wavered, giving way to one of intense, tormented bewilderment. A single tear tracked a path down his grime-coated cheek. Rhea stared, horrified. Blaze Draven. Feral Alpha. Crying? His angry eyes still blazed with fury, but now also with restrained tears, glistening with the dim light of the unused room. A second tear overflowed, and a third, silent tracks tracing the filth on his face.

With trembling hands I picked it up and opened it. A single tear fell from my eye and dropped onto the paper, blurring the ink. “What the actual fuck?” I whispered, tears pouring down my eyes. My whole body shook with pain and betrayal. The scream tore out of me before I could stop it. “Son of the Devil!!!!”

My hand barely touched the bedroom door before his fingers locked around my waist. “Get back here, baby,” he growled, voice dark and dripping sex. “I’m not done fucking you.” I groaned, half-laughing, half-melting. “I swear, you’re possessed.” He yanked me back, mouth on my neck, cock already hard against my ass. “You’re the only one who can handle this Devil.” And maybe he’s right. Because I am the nurse who patches him up when he breaks, and he’s the devil who makes my blood boil and my heart race.

“F-ck! Remove it!” Rios can't see this because he'll be surprised why I have something like this. “Damn it!” And continued to rub the tattoo, but my arm felt swollen. I clenched my fist and closed my eyes. I will not allow him to play with me; then, I will kill him first. I took a deep breath and turned to face him. “You did it; what are you planning?” He raised his hand and shook his head, saying, “Yeah, I did that because you—”

The sound grew louder, guiding them deeper into the heart of the mountains. Finally, they reached a vast chamber, its walls glistening with icy stalactites. In the center lay a crystalline formation, shimmering with a mix of warm and cold hues. It was the Tearstone, the source of the cursed tears they had come to retrieve. Amelia approached cautiously, her hand outstretched. As her fingertips brushed against the surface, the stone pulsed with a brilliant light, blinding in its intensity. A voice whispered in her mind, like a desperate plea for salvation.

After years of sponsorship, my family raised nothing but an ingrate. Since he turned out to be a heartless ingrate, there was no reason for me to be nice. I bought a bottle of paraquat and mixed it into the alcohol. Under the pretense of apologizing, I knocked on Timothy's door and drank with him all night. Halfway through, he seemed to notice something was wrong. "Why does this liquor taste strange?" He put the glass down and examined it carefully, but it was already too late. The poison took effect. He started foaming at the mouth.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

I called anxiously. “Watch,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the center of the lake. The water directly before me began to bubble, then rise. A single droplet separated from the lake, hovering in the air. It wasn’t water, though. It looked more like a diamond, and it shone brightly in the moonlight from every angle. “What is that?” I whispered. “The Tear of the Moon Goddess,” my father explained reverently. “Legend says she wept when she gave her power to the first wolves. Her tears crystallized and sank into the earth, appearing only when true need arises.”

If there’s a way to get rid of Amos for good, I want to know about it. She tugs her purse off her shoulder and pulls something out of it. The object is a small, misshapen bottle filled with a dark liquid. It’s sealed with a glob of red wax that’s dripped and hardened down the sides of the glass vessel. Intrigued, I ask, “What is it?” “I’m not entirely sure,” Julia murmurs. “Helen took me to see a Voodoo priestess. She gave me this potion. Apparently, it’s supposed to bind Amos to whoever drinks it, and then that person’s sacrifice will banish the demon.”