Devil Wing Quest Novels & Stories

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.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

"My mother... she wasn't a servant?" ​"She was a queen of the old blood," Devon rasped, his voice dropping as the nursery door began to glow with a sickly, putrid violet light. "That’s why you survived the curse. That’s why Silas—" ​He was cut off by a sound that vibrated in their very marrow. ​CRACK. ​The heavy doors vanished in a blinding flash of violet-tinted dark fire. The shockwave lifted Devon from the floor and slammed him into the far masonry with a sickening thud, leaving him slumped and motionless in a pool of blood.

They knew better than to attract the anger of this dangerous demon king through any sign of weakness or judgment. Malakar cleaned his sword on the dead man's clothes before tossing it aside. Then he looked at Eryndra and let out a cruel, evil smile that made her soul shrivel. The blood on his face gave him the true definition of a devil - beautiful in a terrible way, but utterly without mercy or humanity. "How do you like my welcome gift to Valethorne, dear wife?" Malakar asked, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Eryndra stared at him, her heart shattering with fear, but she fought desperately to keep a brave expression on her face. Inside, her mind was screaming with horror an

“I saw that his body was taken to the holy land. I had suspected before that the archangel was really dead.” “Are you saying that Muriel’s body has not completely disappeared yet? In that case, who is the person with his face downstairs?” “That’s also what I want to know.” Lucas fell into deep thought. “We both know how cunning your father is. It may just be one of his tricks, to drag you back to hell to be punished for disobeying him.” Devon fell for a moment in thought. Yes, he could doubt everything except Uriel. So it can indeed be used against him. And it is not a secret how deep his feelings for Muriel are. Enough for him to betray his own father. And deny his own origin.

Thank you! I immediately typed 'Okay lang' and hid the cellphone in my pants pocket. I jumped from my seat when someone suddenly knocked, my eyes immediately searched for where it was. My eyes widened when I saw Dyhein outside and waving at me while turning his back to his colleagues. I smiled a little at him and waved at him. I even looked at his colleagues, it looks like they hang out here too. "Dev!" I immediately turned to the door when I heard my name being shouted, I stood up and walked towards Videlle.

I whisper in between trembles. “I’m the demon king, my darling. I always know.” “What can I give you. Let’s…let’s settle this now, please. I am tired of running.” I am scared out of my wits. “Stop then. You’ll end up here anyway, but you’d have tired you little bones,” he says, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. “What do I owe you, Memphis?” “Please, call me Devlin. Mephistopheles is quite an ugly name and I’d prefer a more formal exchange while using that name. Between us, there’s more informality than anyone could ever imagine.”

Navaro warned as he continues to sip from his glass of whisky. His eyes were firmed and his lips stick to the glass stubbornly. Even though his gaze remained on Ryan. He was well aware of his son's evil mindset and so he was treading cautiously to avoid mistakes. “What are you thinking of? Do you think I don't have the desire to fúck her until her whole existence vanishes into thin air? Do you think I don't want to make her pay for what her father did to me?” Navaro asked after dropping the glass on the table.“I so much want to have the dirty dog on the street fúck her until she passes out, and they are to continue when she wakes up. However, the mark of the demon forbids me from doing so”

Type stepped forward as well, but Man was already wrapping his hand around Type arm,and Boss held his hand stopping him, while Adom stepped forward to block Win path. "How do you know the Vampires Queen ,Win?" the Devil asked, his brow raised and his voice flat. There was something vaguely accusatory in his tone that Devil didn't care for. The Angel felt his brow furrow in confusion as his gaze met Adom . "Vampires Queen ?" he asked, searching his mind for the origin of the familiar word. He see Type who try to free himself with both clan leader . Adom lips thinned. "Answer the question, Win."

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `