Devil's Tears Novels & Stories

She dried her hands and sat down by the window. Outside, the sky had begun to shift—clouds thickening, a storm brewing beyond the garden walls. She pulled out her notebook again. Day Four: Contact Severed Dropped cup. Shattered. Observed. Nearby maid walked away—saw me. Turned her back. Male servant approached with aid. Paused. Left without a word. Cut hand. Bled openly. No response. Found first aid kit alone. Camera overhead. Hallway camera now aimed directly at that position.

Color drained from their faces. Like me. Tears slipped down my cheeks. Licking my skin. Scorching it. The pain crawled deeper, burning through my chest. No sound. Only fear, sinking its claws in. I stood there, bleeding in silence. The devil sighed, secured his arm around my waist once again. "What do they say, Vahiue, 'If you sit by the river long enough, you'll watch the bodies of your enemies float by.'" I shit my eyes as his blade tapped the side of my waist before he let go of me and I fell on my knees. "Except I'm not the waiting type. I prefer a more... proactive approach."

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

Alessandro's says his voice helping to soothe me this time, rather then scare me. "Breathe." He repeats once more, taking in a large deep breathe and holding it, making me follow his actions. My body slowly coming back into reality, as my hear rate slows down. The tears clearing from my eyes. Alessandro's hands brush up against my cheeks, wiping away my tears. I don't dare to look up, too afraid to see the disgusted expression I know he's giving me. Looking out the window, I notice we've come to a halt on one of the small roads leading to his estate. I start shaking again, knowing we haven't even arrived yet.

Instantly, Devlin’s arm came across her shaking shoulders and as he had feared, she completely shattered down into pieces, crying over a fear, a trauma deeply rooted inside her, a fear hidden for too long and a wound left open for too long. The sight of her tears was making his heart clench and he surprised himself with a genuine wish that he could take whatever pain she was feeling away from bear it himself. Suddenly, his heart felt like marshmallow, just because there was genuine tears sparkling in her eyes. Watching her drowning in this deep ocean of melancholy, Devlin wanted to dive in and take her out. But she was unreachable, all her pains locked in her heart, a lock which he didn't, c

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

And from afar, through the blur of the downpour, Revania still watched the house from her car. She saw the nursery light glowing and smiled, victorious. > “Cry, Devia,” she whispered. “Because every one of your tears... is my revenge.” She started the engine and drove off, her eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction. Inside the nursery, Devia clutched her baby close, her body shaking, her eyes hollow. > “Am I... not enough anymore?” The words came out in a whisper, barely audible beneath the sound of rain — but in the hollow of her broken heart, they echoed endlessly,

Midnight black hair, just long enough to fall into his piercing, cold grey eyes, the kind of eyes that stripped souls, not just clothes. His lips were full, but he always pressed them in a thin, unreadable line, except when he smirked and right now, that smirk was directed at me. "Princess." He drawled, his voice like black velvet soaked in whiskey. "I am here now." My lips trembled and the tears came again, no matter how hard I tried to hold them back, I wasn’t crying because I was still scared, I was crying because I was safe and also… because seeing him again, his power, his dominance, his deadly calm aura made my body hum in all the wrong ways.

Think about him with a bullet in his head, lying down the streets as nothing but a corpse and flies feeding on him. “Arghh…” She lets the agony out, throwing her purse to towards the glass window. It misses and lands on the wall. She screams again, pushing down the cupboard, another scream and she is pounding on it, half sob and rage. Tears escape her eyes still she can no longer see in front of her…her reality can now only be defined by the word, blur. Her heart is still racing, but she is getting relieved, slowly, having gotten something to or a medium to vent out her accumulating distress.

"It's a pity that We can only bring out one. Moreover, we have to refine it into an elixir with other medicinal ingredients before taking it. If there were not so many restrictions. We can take out all the Blood Crown Devils. At that time, it would be no problem to refine an elixir to remove the fire toxin in your body. Perhaps it would be good if the Blood Crown Devils could be eaten directly. It's a pity that this flower is poisonous." Lidas Holly looked at the fire-like flower in her hand and sighed regretfully. Hearing his sister's words, Lidas Holly couldn't help laughing. "The Blood Crown Devils grows in places with heavy resentment and killing intent. The stamen is like an eyeball. Th