Devil Up Voyceme Novels & Stories

“Per hearsay, it was an ambush led by a lone higher Vampire young master Devon’s been hunting. It’s the voracious Crimson Plague” Lone Vampire Devon’s been hunting? Voracious Crimson Plague…Alarm arrests my being at once as my hands fly to my agape mouth. Could it be, Andreas?

"Here… you… are." "Who…" I gulped in panic. "Who… are you? Do I know you from somewhere?" My bones were shaking, turning numb. He smirked. Coldly before shrugging like it didn't matter. "Me? I'm Memphis. A devil." He tipped an imaginary hat. My face turned ashen. My eyes darted to the door to catch a glimpse of any figure but there was no one in sight. I felt like reading up in helplessness. How could no one have sensed him or even hear us speaking or me exclaiming and gasping.

’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen. My phone buzzes again. The Devil: ‘My dreams usually come true.’ The audacity of this man. ME: ‘I will be the one to break that trend.’ The Devil: ‘Trust me when I say that I always get what I want, Evelyn.’ Who the hell does he think he is? God?????? ME: ‘Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with me Vincent Beckett.’ The Devil: ‘I think you’re the one who’s falling in love with me. :)’

Suddenly, a presence invaded his senses, a distinct feeling that someone was watching. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of caution and curiosity. "Well, well, aren't you perceptive," a playful voice chimed in, as a captivating figure materialized before him. Emine, the Devil Queen, observed him intently, her gaze fixated on the files strewn across his desk. "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Emine, the enigmatic Devil Queen. And I have a proposition for you: cancel your deal with Aiden Clark."

His intense glares were merciless, and he looked like a devil craving for my soul. "Don't provoke me, Symphony. Try telling anyone about this. I'm telling you, I can play the role of the devil if I want to." He leaned closer to me, his hand still gripping my neck. "You might wake up one day without seeing Autumn anymore. I can do that, try me," he whispered in my ear before forcefully pushing me to the floor. *** "Is Mommy inside her room, Nana? Is she sick?" "Let's just leave your Mommy alone for now, Melody. Maybe she's just busy."

When Noah tried to give a friendly touch to Nevaeh, she moved fast and reached in other side. Both Noah and Shyma looked to Mete in a shock. Shyma asked with confusion, "Lizzy,,is it your child Heaven? But why she is acting like non human. Haa, l can remember that 'AC' birth mark in her chest area. Isn't it still there? There will be, right ??" "l am Nevaeh, her DAUGHTER ROBOT", said the Nevaeh. "What?" , asked Shyma. "Huh! you are correct sis. She is looked like my Heaven, but she is Nevaeh. The other version of my daughter. ln one word wecan say that she is my daughter robot.

Viktor asked relaxing against the couch. Esmeralda just stared at him not understanding what all this meant. Seeing that she didn’t understand, Viktor smiled. “You don’t expect to win a war, where you know nothing about your opponent. That’s a very foolish move. Lorenzo is called the devil’s Son because he has a way of knowing everything that you’re up to. He’s all seeing, as some may claim. I won’t be surprised if he already knows that we’re scheming together and what we’re planning.” He said and there was a hint of disgust as he said it.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

This was going to be easier than I thought. Helen first saw me and rushed to me. “I need to go see my son. I have to be sure this bitch didn't do anything to..” While she rambled on, I quickly calmed my mind and took deep breaths. A surge of power rushed through me like a hot larva, eliciting another pain from my tattoo. A cloud of light engulfed me and their mind appeared like bubbles before me, floating in the cloud. With a blow of air, I muttered a forbidden spell and they all slumped to the floor, numb. A smile of victory crossed my face when I opened my eyes. Stealing a peak into the room, I gestured to Rapheal and the sight he beheld made his mouth drop.

Adrian shoved a crate aside, revealing a trapdoor. “Down.” I dropped. He followed, sealing it above us. Darkness. Breathing. Then a light flicked on small, red. Emergency. He checked my hands. Blood. Not mine. “Stay with me,” he said, voice tight. “I am,” I replied. “You’re the one bleeding.” He looked down. A dark bloom spread along his side. “When did that ” “Earlier,” he said. “It’s not deep.” It was deep enough. Above us, boots crossed the boathouse floor. A voice laughed. “You can’t hide forever, Blackwood.”