Devil's Tears Novels & Stories

He extended his hand for a dance, The inky blackness night sky, thick clouds blotted out the stars, masked the full moon filling the water with blue light, the colossal wave’s crash onto the tick, wet sand, and the icy and withering wind became a silent spectator of Angel in Devil’s arms, both souls swaying and swirling to the lyrics of Christina Perri- A thousand Years song. S –“Did I tell you how beautiful you looking tonight My Dove”, he whispered in her ears A – Her breathing was rapid due to proximity, “Nope,” she complained in a baby voice with a pout at the end.

Even a towel I had to wrap around my body at a sluggish tempo, not even caring to adjust the knot enough for it to be secured and not go loose and fall at the slightest of falters. Trying to sleep it off had failed, the cold shower had only made matters worse, erotic literature was not going to save me now and there was only one other option; physical indulgence. I have never drank spirits, but in that moment I had the strongest craving for the Devil's spirit which undoubtedly is made from tears of his victims or is demon blood distilled with the fires of Hell. I needed the strength of that Hell brew to knock me straight into oblivion and if I am lucky enough, to give me a high I will never

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

Amara's pov *splash* Tears brimmed my eyes as I clenched onto the chains which were tied to my either hands just to bear the burning sensation of the salt water gracing over the cuts on my body. Blood, all I could see was blood everywhere in my radar. My vision was blurry not because of the defect in my eye sight but the cut that I've got on my left eye. I cried harder, called for help, but all my yelps went unheard.

He asked. His words really distracted everyone and they focused on what the priestess had to say. "I wouldn't tell you a lie that this wouldn't recover again. In fact now it would be more frequent than usual because the Alcon wants to get out to its permanent host. The pearl only eases your pain and it can't take you more than a day," she explained. " Pearl? " " What pearls? " Jeremy and Klein asked in bewilderment. "The pearl is called the stone of tears. The stone of tears is always formed when the white wolf cries bitterly......" Then she turned to Olivia and smiled. "Ma'am, it is your tears that formed the pearls, that was why they fell from your body," she said to her.

Not even Allison Carter. "Um, so what is that for?" I ask, gesturing to the vial. "What does it do?" "This substance is known as goddess tears. They say it grants blissful dreams," she replies. "I don't know about that, though. I'm not stupid enough to try taking it. But I do know that it can knock a werewolf out cold for hours, depending on the dosage they're given." She lifts her gaze to meet my eyes. You're going to win the Tech Wizard competition with Allison Carter's idea, and she won't be there to compete at all."

Blood was starting to splurge out of Isolde’s nose, ears, and skin. She was scared of what might happen next. Scared that Edrand would find out the truth about her because the power of the herbs had weakened the power of her talisman hairpin. She could hear her lycan groaning in severe pain. “I made sure no one could resist being affected by my mixture. Do you know what I call it?” Blazing eyes looked up at him. With a grin, Edrand absently answered, “I call it the Devil’s Touch. Sounds pretty good, right?”

Nate nodded and raced through the beaded curtains while Ace and Ren stayed. “What is this? This is poison!” Ace said and ripped the bandages off along with the medical herbs attached to it. “This is a devil's root! It is known as a legal poison when it is exposed to blood. What kind of idiot are your healers!?” Fical took the bandages and glared at it in outrage. Just then he raced outside, probably to capture the healers who poisoned the chief. “I told him that the root is poisonous and now he plans on bringing it along with him. What an idiot!” Ace cursed and ran to follow Fical. Only Ren and I were stuck in the hut with the chief. I looked up at Custard.

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"

Alice's voice was so small as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. "Oh, love… I didn't mean…" Devon was panic when he watched how her tears streamed down her face. "Please… don't cry….please, I'm sorry?" Devon was afraid. His heart clenched agonizingly when a soft sobbing sound came out from her trembling lips. Her eyelashes wet with her tears as well as the pillow beneath her. "am sorry…" Devon said again, feeling devastated to see his mate in her current state. He had never been in a helpless situation, where he had no idea what to do