Devilish Heart Novels & Stories

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

“Because I decide when you get to fall apart… and today, you don’t.” She sank back against the seat, sulking in silence, the sharp ache between her thighs making her bite her lip. In that moment, the thought that had haunted her since meeting him: Is Lucian worse than the devil? vanished entirely. Because now she knew the truth. The devil might tempt. But Lucian Devlin denied. ---- Serena POV

The demon is ejected, shrieking, into the muddy void. At last, I’m free. As I, too, separate from my body and begin to descend, something shifts in the murk below us. An eerie red glow filters through my field of vision, bringing with it a searing heat. Hell, I realize dejectedly. But is that really any surprise? All of the terrible things I’ve done flash through my mind. Using women like objects to cheat on Julia, who’s only sin was to love me in the first place. Building a business on a foundation of exploitation and greed. Slapping my wife.

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

Hades assumed the birch was trying to inspire him to action. It worked. The Elementalist used a claw to draw a tiny sigil in the wood. It was an attempt to disrupt the sigil above him with the glowing crystals. It was an old simple mark, ironically called the Black Devil's Spot. It was supposed to, when made by a very skilled Elementalist, grant the power to undo the heart of any spell. But it required a level of concentrated intent Hades didn't think he possessed at the moment. He swore he felt Doll's small hand over his paw as he did his damnedest to invoke the power of the mark.

We get back to the club house as Legion goes straight to the door to unlock it to see that both girls were sitting on the bed. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I wasn’t that shock she didn’t want to explain herself. If she were innocent, I would think she would jump to explaining things, but no she stays silent. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?” “No, please don’t make me go back to them.”

"We call it Demon’s Heart." "Demon's Heart?" Samuel frowned. Divine Fire Stone came from the Devil Tribe, so Samuel had thought about whether the Five Elements Divine Stone really had something to do with the Devil Tribe. Now, after hearing the word Demon's Heart, Samuel could basically confirm his guess! But the bigger mist obviously made Samuel's head ache even more. How could the things in the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book have anything to do with the Devil Tribe? "I don't know the details, but if you are interested, someone may be able to tell you."

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

She said calming her aching heart, " just play your cards well and his heart will be yours" Since she openly offered herself to this man, the stranger she's never met and he calls himself the devil, there is nothing she can do but play along. "How can I when he keeps on killing everyone?" She cries, running her hands through her long thick black hair. How sure was she that she will get his heart? That he will spare her life if she goes against him? "He does have a heart, doesn't he?" She asked no one in particular but a sudden reply left her mouth hung wide open.