Devil Union Novels & Stories

Devora has two personalities, one is like a sweet girl who loves Jin very much, and the other is the cold blooded assassin who doesn't follow Jin's orders. Devora in her assassin mode sealed Jin's acupoint so Jin was paralyzed. Devora successfully sit on top of Jin and enjoyed the desire of her flesh, while she was under the drug and her other persona, and on the other hand, Jin was paralyzed because his acupoint was sealed. Devora didn't remember that she did such a thing.

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

“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.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

“He took Hema away. He was the one who started this. I warned him—” “Warned him?” Mia let out a hysterical laugh before breaking into sobs. “You murdered him in cold blood! You’ve become the devil, Zayden. You’ve lost your humanity, and it’s all because of that bitch.” Zayden gritted his teeth. “Don’t say her like that.” “Like what?” she sneered. “Like she’s the reason everything is falling apart? Because she is! You destroyed everything for her!” His patience snapped. “And I’d do it again,” he hissed. “If you think I regret it, you’re wrong. I’ll kill anyone who takes her from me. Anyone.”

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

If they were judging influence, they could judge it in the open. One silhouette shifted slightly toward me. “Elara Voss,” the voice said. Not a question. “Yes,” I answered. “You understand your presence increases conflict intensity.” “Yes.” “You understand removal decreases projected casualties.” “No,” I said calmly. A fractional pause. “Explain.” “Because Helix Crown is not reacting to my presence,” I said. “They’re reacting to my alignment.” “With him?” the voice asked. “With the system he represents,” I corrected. “I’m proof your structure can evolve. That’s what they’re trying to kill.”

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

"I do not think you're insane, you know I believe in sorts of stuff, ghosts, witches, supernatural entities, demons and other superstitious, crazy shit… but I am still in disbelief and now that you've mentioned it…. Remember that time you told me some insurgents coerced one of your mother's bodyguard's to assassinate him and he was shot in the head nine times and in the chest eleven times and he walked out just fine, he did not end up at the morgue or at the hospital for that matter! He never gets sick, he likes to suddenly appear out of nowhere, he has an entire prison full of innocent civilians, he likes killing people for nothing, he does not laugh, he loves the dark, his eyes are dead, h