Novel & Cerita Devil Up Chapter 1

“What’s going on Legion?” “There is a problem downstairs.” “What?” “The Burning Devils President Pyro is down there looking for you Angel.” They both looked to me, but what the hell should I tell them.

Resolve replaced hesitation. Lucian straightened, both hands flat against the table, his shadow stretching long across the maps and names. “Prepare the men. Arm them. Train them like the devil himself is coming for them. In three nights, we hit Darius. No survivors. No mercy.” One by one, the lieutenants rose. Chairs scraped against the floor, boots pounded toward the door. They left with determination carved into their faces, carrying orders that would change the underworld forever. When the last door closed, silence fell heavy. Only the rain remained, striking against the glass like a warning drum.

I chose to skip the entire lesson of DeVille's class, I don't want to be in the same room with him. I am afraid. So, I go to the library to wait for the next hour. I take a germany-novel and take the furthest single seat with big window which allow me to enjoy the main garden's scenery. The more I try to consentrate reading the book, the more restless I be-I can't keep my mind out of HIM. Mr. DeVille or Blaze. Who is his real identity?

••• Chapter Seven ALEX I woke up and saw a very bright light. Hmm, am I in heaven? My eyes adjusted and I realized that I was lying on my hospital bed with an IV on my arm. I look down and saw the devil lying beside me. He was snoring slightly and it is quite funny to watch him. I flicked his nose and pulled on his ears but it was no use! I reached for the glass that was on top of my bedside table but was disappointed to see that was empty. No, I'm not gonna empty it on him, I need a drink for I was sure as hell that I sounded like a person suffering from a severe sore throat.

I felt his knuckle rings glide against my torso, his hand traveling up to pin my neck to the wall again almost as if he was claiming me. A stranger claiming a random lady. How unreal. “I can be your poison. I can be the one they fear. For you.” He whispered, his lip brushing against my earlobe. "I'll give you the power you desire, and take them down for you,”. "What are you talking about?” I gagged. "I can see your heart, it craves revenge. I'll get them for you, I'll get them all, just for you. Chloe Willie. Seth Finn. Martha Wilson. All of them.”.

⟅━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━⟆ Next Chapter Unlocks: 8 — Várgr Enemies breach the vault. Blood answers silence.

She glanced through the first page, read the first chapter and froze. It was a story about a man named Desire, narrating the first time he had sex with his nymphomaniac girlfriend Ivy. When he shaved her and painted her in his private studio. Delilah felt her heart skip a beat as she read the words. She was getting a feeling of déjà vu as she glanced over the raw and unfiltered words.

Cassian’s hands gripped her ass, spreading her as he watched himself disappear inside her again and again. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned. Sera reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while bouncing on him. When she came, her walls fluttered around his cock, triggering his own powerful release. They cleaned up, dressed in power suits, and prepared for war. But something fundamental had shifted between them in the night. The devil was no longer just kneeling. He was beginning to worship.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

When I look away, my eyes centers on Valois' journal and so I pick it up and open the first page. I read with a whispering tone, under the gaze of a very bright moon. "The Log Of The Undead, Breaker Of Death's Chains." I flip to the next page, slightly squinting my eyes. "The devil is not always evil, but a monster made just like the rest of us. Not born. He was forged." "A year ago, I am saved by a monster and brought to his castle. He detests humans as much as I do, and he promises to help me exact my revenge on my father who assaulted and cursed me like I was not his blood."