Devil Union Novels & Stories

"I'm the True Fire Cult people, kills me, do you have any consequences you know?" "I don't care! You are too big a ​​threat to me, I don't want to save the disaster for later!" Vivian Arnold's love eyes gathered, like a female devil.

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

Christian I insist to you, I am not a devil. I needed to suck the blood from Donald’s veins, not just to curb my appetite and replenish my strength for the confrontation to come this night. Rapid exsanguination is a perfect, painless method of a mercy kill, the ideal technique to spare this unfortunate thrall hours of suffering and inevitable organ failure from that punctured lung and shattered spine I accidentally dealt him.

“I hope it hurt. You killed my brother. Took my father. Turned into this.” Devon’s eyes flickered—grey fighting black. “I saw it tonight. All of it. The pups I made watch executions. Your father in the cells. The way I choked you in the hall.” His voice dropped to a growl. “I became everything I hated. And I still want to lock you away so no one else can ever have you.” The ritual surged through me. I felt it slam into him. Devon roared and shoved me harder against the stone, lips crashing down on mine. It wasn’t gentle. Teeth clashed. He bit my bottom lip until it bled. I bit him back, tasting copper.

Their dealings were all shady - and quite necessarily so, as maintaining their grip on the steering wheel of the Consortium would always involve the use of the more unsavoury parts of society. Not to mention the sheer ruthlessness that seemed to historically be a part of all the Directors throughout history. And Lucian Cyrus was no different. He was cold, and his methods either left you speechless in shock or burying your head under a pillow in fear. Hence one can see why Lucian is a man Ayra would loathe to marry. Even rumours made him out to be more a devil than a man. She hadn’t seen him since that afternoon in his office, but his presence loomed as if he were watching from the shadows.

Valerian's POV I am known to be ruthless. I am known to be a devil. Both by humans and vampires. I am often labeled as cold. As stern. As hard. I've lived hundreds of years in this lifetime and I already came to terms with that, that even I, myself believed that I am. I had to.

Gildeon watched as the elder vampire's aura dimmed before he deactivated his dragon eyes. “I offer you one last piece of counsel, out of respect for your victory.” Vergilius adjusted his hat one last time. “The sylph with indigo eyes…” “What about him?” “Do not let him find his marked bride.” Gildeon’s brow furrowed. “His what?” “If they reunite,” Vergilius warned, “nothing will stop the Devil he is destined to become. This world, and yours, will fall.” He let out a sharp sigh. “How am I supposed to know who the marked bride is?”

“I've helped you get the immortality you desire, and now I'm helping you again, controlling Barbara so that she can kill the victims that you will make sacrifices for me.” Reksa stepped forward, approaching Hugo with a breath that smelled like a mixture of sulfur and wet tar. The devil gripped the Cursed's shoulder, making him grit his teeth in the pain and heat from Reksa's hands. Within seconds, Reksa's form was no longer human, but like a real devil, flaming red and black. Hugo's shoulders slowly smoked, but not the slightest sign of fire could come out.